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I want be brilliantAnd perfectly balanced between every branch that I crossWrite down lists of everything I'm hiding fromTo cross far with this paranoiaBut everything I bring, it's distortedIt crashesCatholic junkies are all strung out in shitThickShitI want to be honestWith people and things I createYou don't believe me?I don't believe myselfIt's never your faultIt's always my faultI'm horrible, horrible horrible...I'm horrible, horrible,horrible...You're so tired so stay upStay upStay up(x3)La la la la... From Letras Mania