I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
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Oh, and you're a lone shadow
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I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
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Smile and face your wife angry
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His life don't despise what's in eyes
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He skips so as the seasons
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To come as a breeze has
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Again, ahead
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We'll rust, our nose dust
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A fine gard with pleased and, oh its true
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Hill can't comfort the brain
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He must come as he was
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Again, ahead
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And this is safe, flowing, love, soul and light
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Motions aren't in the shape that emotions are
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Good morning myth to somebody I call in light
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Motions aren't in the shape that emotions are
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And this is safe, flowing, love, soul and light
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Motions aren't in the shape that emotions are
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Fifty-Fifty Clown
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| Cocteau Twins |
