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Incubus

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 the things
That I’ve seen, I don’t really expect you to care.