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I-Am (by Waddle)
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I am who I am and what I am,
That is something you'll never understand.
I am the predicament of my future and the holder of all keys,
I wish you would comprehend.
I am what I see and what I hear,
So please don't say I'm boring,
Cause If I am you are a great delectable bore.
I am what I say and what I write and everything else is blind,
That is why you never see.
I am nothing more than arid land drying in the sun
I know you know what I mean.
I am a shriveled old prune of conservation and faith
So please don't say I'm stoned,
Cause you're the one with no sense.
I am everything else that is death to you,
What you don't know is I'm living
I am life itself and what makes you,
I know you wouldn't care.
I am nothing more but truth itself,
So don't say I'm too bare,
Cause you're the one too ashamed to even say you're there.
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