I was looking in the mirror to a saint or a sinner
One of us a runner and one of us a winner
Drawing names out the hats, I was this, I was that
I was fixed, I was broken, asleep or awoken
You get the phone and I'll get the door
You hit the road and I'll hit the dance floor
You get the train and I'll get the tube
You get the wall and I'll break through
My mind is made of history
One of us is crying but it won't be me