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歌詞: They Might Be Giants. My Evil Twin.

My evil twin, bad weather friend
He always wants to start when I want to begin
It scares me so, like I scare myself
with that book of Nostradamus up upon my shelf

Playing hangman 'til the morning light
Doing donuts on the neighbors lawn
Then sleep all through the day, get up and start again
I can hear some sirens somewhere but I don't know why

My evil twin runs home again
Search lights look for an alibi, but I'll be home by then

Here he comes again, my evil twin
My friends have seen him hiding underneath my skin

Who cut the arm off the voodoo doll
That resembles a Republican President from long ago
I'd hate to see you leave 'cause I have grown so grateful
For the blame you save me from

My twin, my twin
My twin, my twin

I know he looks like my, hates work like me
And walks like me, he's even got a twin like me
My evil twin, bad weather friend
I know some day I'll meet him but I don't know where or when