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I am angry |
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I am I'll and |
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I'm as ugly as sin |
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My irritability keeps me alive and kicking |
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I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit |
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I know beauty and |
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I know a good thing when |
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I see it This is a song from under the floorboards |
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This is a song from where the wall is cracked |
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By force of habit, |
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I am an insect |
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I have to confess |
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I'm proud as hell of that fact |
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I know the highest and the best |
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I accord them all due respect |
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But the brightest jewel inside of me |
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Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity |
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This is a song from under the floorboards |
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This is a song from where the wall is cracked |
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By force of habit, |
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I am an insect |
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I have to confess |
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I'm proud as hell of that fact |
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I used to make phantoms |
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I could later chase |
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Images of all that could be desired |
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Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings |
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And then I just got tired |
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This is a song from under the floorboards |
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This is a song from where the wall is cracked |
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By force of habit, |
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I am an insect |
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I have to confess |
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I'm proud as hell of that fact |