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They say jealousy is bad
But it's working out for me

I'm sick in the stomach
But foaming at the teeth

I'm desperate to be with you
But destined to be alone

Because to find my super-self
There's just no other way to go

Beauty and the beast, it feels at least
That we might not ever be

To keep you out of reach
Is to keep you stretching me

You're a dangling carrot
Whilst a song under the sea

May you always sing on
So you can echo out for me

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