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I know I’m bad
– it’s just my Nature.
Yours is like the weather…

I recognise patterns,
but I’ll be fucked if I know
what you’re gonna do next…

And I don’t mind when
you berate me,
it’s like standing in a storm…

You wash me clean!
And I’ve drowned here before,
so what have I got to lose?

On good days we catch some rays!