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I think I'll define for you failure,
such a simple little word.
And everywhere it's tossed about,
yet hardly is it heard.
My God, I am a failure..
Ne'er good enough for anyone.
It seems just so inferior
to play the role of Prodigal Son.
Oh, did you know, my darling,
that I'm writing you a thousand sounds?
A story's just a bunch of words,
especially when you're not around.
God knows that I am trying,
they say that's the only way to succeed.
Then why, oh why, my darling dear...
do I feel such burning need?
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