I had to sing this for me
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Watch myself pilloried
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Ugly, scruffy, no one
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But then I guess that you knew
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Nasty, bitter, enraged
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A nice polite English way
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Full circle, desensitised
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I'm right back where I began
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Hated, broken
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The dead flowers reject
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Sad glucoma in mist
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Injustice wells up in me
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We are shit and refuse
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Hated, broken
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It's what it's like to be hated
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I am afflicted and ill
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It's what it's like to be hated
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I wrote this song for myself
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We are shit and refuse to wallow in rejection
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My will is shattered again
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My leeches, parasite friends
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No man's an island they said
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I breathe my solitary air
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Explain myself to noone
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Beautiful sad solitude
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Hated, broken
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Learn to ignore all the slurs
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You can get used to all things
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Hated, broken
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Piss in the face of the sick
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Unjust vendetta's uncool
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Unjust, unwanted, reject
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Uninformed, understood
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A silence, broken my will
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Afflicted, shattered and sick
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Popularity stakes
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Overrated you said
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Isolation can feel like a Utopian state
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To be this liked is to be suffocated you said
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Beauty, sadness, enraged of solitude can be bare
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Disturbed, unwanted at birth
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The fucking joke that we are
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I've never had any friends
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Could be a sweet suicide
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A fucking homo in flesh
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To weak to protest
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WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE HATED
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| Mansun |
