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Tired

And I be tired, I'll be tired,
I'll be tired, I'll be tired
But I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet,
I'll be me
And no matter how dirty the water I find,
When I rinse my hands
they'll come clean
Written by beanbandit (Unfate the death shaman)
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