Wrong
Wrong.
I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That lead to
The wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
By the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
Used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong.
Wrong.
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I've reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
If it's wrong plans in the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies or the wrong bye's
The wrong questions with the wrong replies..
Wrong.
Wrong.
I was marching to the wrong drum with the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines and the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
The wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon
Every wrong night
With the wrong two pence and it sounded right
Yeah...
Wrong.
Wrong.
too long....
Wrong.
too long...
Wrong.
too long...
Wrong.
too long....
I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
(too long...)
I took the wrong road
That lead to
The wrong tendencies
(too long...)
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
By the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
(too long...)
On the wrong day of the wrong week
Used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong.
(Depeche Mode)
I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That lead to
The wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
By the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
Used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong.
Wrong.
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I've reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
If it's wrong plans in the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies or the wrong bye's
The wrong questions with the wrong replies..
Wrong.
Wrong.
I was marching to the wrong drum with the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines and the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
The wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon
Every wrong night
With the wrong two pence and it sounded right
Yeah...
Wrong.
Wrong.
too long....
Wrong.
too long...
Wrong.
too long...
Wrong.
too long....
I was born with the wrong sign in the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
(too long...)
I took the wrong road
That lead to
The wrong tendencies
(too long...)
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
By the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
(too long...)
On the wrong day of the wrong week
Used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong.
(Depeche Mode)
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