| When they tell me that I'm ugly,
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| I'm laughing slowly, so as not to wake you up,
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| You are my little Marylin, I am your Miler,
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| Hey, not Arthur, more like hardcord specialist Henry.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay.
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| Same music same reggae for my dog,
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| That everyone found so good,
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| Poor doggie, it's me who drinks, it's who died,
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| Of a cyrose, perhaps it was by osmosis,
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| So much that he drank in my words.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay.
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| Finally, we have to make do with what we have,
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| Dirty face but nothing can be done about it,
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| Besides, we awful ones, I'm sure God grant,
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| A little of his mercy because,
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay, and yes.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay.
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| Beauty hides ugly from ugly,
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| Sees itself without delay, delay. |