I am angry I am ill and 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 I know a good thing when I see it
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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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my force of habit, I am an insect
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I have to confess 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 ....
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I used to make phantoms 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 ...
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A Song From Under The Floorboards
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