I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty and
I know everything you hate in me
Fill me up with over-pious
badgerings,
to throw them up, oh,
one of my favorite things
Remember all the lessons fed to me?
Me the young sponge,
so ready to agree Years have gone;
I recognize the walking dead now aware that I'm alive
and way ahead Too bad the things that
make you mad are my favorite things
And I'm so happy I see you looking,
I know that you're thinking that I'll never go anywhere
The things that I've done and teh things that
I've seen,
I dont really expect you to care
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