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 by John Michael Ray It didn't have to go So horribly wrong Seconds turn into minutes Time marches on Marching to the beat Of a different drum Minutes turn into hours What have we become We're not the same As we were before Hours turn into days Closing all the doors It seems to cross my mind In the middle of the night These two wrongs Aren't making it right As we drift across time As the past fades out of sight These two wrongs Will never make it right It didn't have to be A game of win or lose Days turn into weeks Believing what we choose Thinking it's a cause When it's only wounded pride Weeks turn into months Truth is swept aside It doesn't have to be So horribly wrong Months turn into years Singing different songs It seems to cross my mind In the middle of the night These two wrongs Aren't making it right As we drift across time As the past fades out of sight These two wrongs Will never make it right |