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I compared myself to guilded lilies, reflections in a urinal Lately I sympathize and pen fast verses for their lives In school you looked regal with your nose so far north In four years, we became the same There used to be a marching band in your legs, Now there's broken drum sticks at your feet Two sick birds, one small worm, where did we divide I'm a witness to the line Like a stain on the shore where the level was I'm marked by the cast of sewage I blame me For my short sight We could've changed But it's easier to stare Aus Songtexte Mania