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pain and joy; joy and pain

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here is the now and the present's still so far off;
and the table is a tower to my tiny eyes;
if i could just reach the end of the night,
i could be so damn sure it was right for me
to be here in the street
waiting for a scream to bring to me
again my joy, the joy
the f***ing joy of misery.





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