So you dont like me, stand in line...
Just like alot of others you think you better than me and that's fine
I'm not perfect I never claimed to be
I'm trying my hardest to be a good man by being me
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.