I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty,
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and I know everything you hate in me.
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Fill me up with over-pious badgerings,
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to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things.
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Remember all the lessons fed to me?
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Me the young sponge, so ready to agree.
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Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead,
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now aware that I'm alive and way ahead.
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Too bad the things that make you mad
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are my favorite things.
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And I'm so happy.
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I see you looking, I know that you're thinking
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that I'll never go anywhere.
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The things that I've done and the things
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that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care.
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Favorite Things
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| Incubus |
