For have I, I've built a castle
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Upon believing before I doubt.
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I have suffered but my friends say I have learned from it.
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And for have I believed the snow could
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Not be freezing upon the ground.
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Now my ass is blue and black, but I am sound.
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And for have I belonged to no one
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More than fleetingly and in doubt.
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I have had what now is gone
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But still I've known them.
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And for have I, I have absolved myself
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Of demons I must confess.
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Having known them growing old, then
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I will re-e-e-est.
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But where are all the songs
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For me to sing along to
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When I am hoping someone writes one for me.
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And sings me something sweetly
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For, I promise to sing along.
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And then we'll both know nothing's wrong,
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Singing na, na-na-na
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For have I delivered comfort
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To the aching and for the tired
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With these words of comic wisdom,
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I have tri-i-i-ied.
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So where are all the songs
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For me to sing along,
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When I am hoping someone write one for me.
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And sings me something sweetly
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For, I promise to sing along
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And then we'll both know nothing's wrong,
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Singing naaaaaaaaa, na-na-na
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I Am Sound
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| Dandy Warhols |
