DIRTY AND UGLY

Wash me of in the oceans
Then my dirt would go
And I would remain clean
And my garment would be white
But what would take away this ugliness
This ugliness that plagues my soul
That eats up my inside
That tears my soul in pieces
Yes, I can wash away the dirt
But what about the ugliness?
If would remain ever still

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