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y teardrops keep on falling

The steady river never halts It matters not what causes them It’s still somehow my fault I live for crumbs and morsels Hope for diamonds in this rough No matter how much work I do It’s still not work enough I guess I must be broken down And just a bit confused My good intentions failed again, The one good thing I do My life’s a giant mishap And I’m a big defect I do no good for anyone, This fact I must accept I wish I’d get returned Because I simply do not work So someone come and kill me, I am sick of all this hurt

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