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