| I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh Oh, and you’re a lone shadow
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| I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh 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 |