Smokescreens

It was always what you said
It would be, and nothing more
Through the smoke screens and the pipe dreams
And the blood on the floor

You say it's black, well it's bound to be black
You made up your mind, and you see with that

Baby, if you wanna be right
I will let you be right
I will let you be right
You know that the numbers don't lie
Oh no, the numbers don't lie
Two wrongs will not make it right

You said, "One and one and one and one is three."
But I know my lines and my graphs and my math -
Honey, that ain't me

If you want it, you can have it
All the lines on the cellar floor
Don't mean nothing, just a bad dream
Even if you think it's more

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And while we're on amazing music, I just wanna say that the Mynabirds are wicked. Isn't their music simple, yet phenomenal? Very nicely arranged.