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Baby, you understand me now if sometimes you see that I’m mad. Don’t you know that no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong, you see some bad. But I’m just a soul whose intentions are good; oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood. You know sometimes, baby, I’m so carefree with a joy that’s hard to hide. And then sometimes it seems again that all I have is worry, and then you’re bound to see my other side.
