Don't pretend; you feel the pains
That supreme bloodflow
Surging through your veins.
Don't pretend your heart is hale
When all the time I hear it wail:
Those ailments; yes they grow
It's me
Yes, me.
Don't pretend you're not calling
'Cause I'm also burning.
Let's not pretend to be healthy
'Cause our sickness is sure.
You can say I'm filthy
But I have your cure.
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