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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