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I express myself
Between emotion and illusion
On a park bench heaven-sent


So I, I think about
Having sex with Old Bill Murray in a Japanese hotel


I don't like myself
But you know what its like,
When you're stuck for company
So lets, climb up our steps
With innocence, where you and I first met


A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
I express myself   Between emotion and illusion   On a park bench heaven-sent         So I, I think about    Having sex with Old Bill Murray in a Japanese hotel         I don't like myself   But you know what its like,   When you're stuck for company   So lets, climb up our steps   With innocence, where you and I first met         A rose by any other name would smell as sweet