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I'm cursed They have a hold on me I could be worse I have no memory When we were together But I'm always mad I'm forever in a drag No more to bankers and robbers and jokers And waiters in restaurants and shame beneath our nose No more to anger and ragers we throw ourselves No more to counting all my woes I am a stranger This is the end But I am feeling, I can pretend That you don't ruin me I feel the anxiety Oh, whoa Oh, whoa Ohh Oh, whoa, oh