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With a misery candle burning I wash my hair with regret shampoo
After cleaning myself with pain soap I dry myself with my gorgeous white
One hundred per cent and it will never change towel
Then smooth on my I don’t deserve lotion And I hate myself face cream
Then I put on my alone again silk pyjamas And go to sleep
When the hue has gone blue And you can’t quite grin and bear it Let this word picture remind you It can always be worse.