My qualifications seem
strangely arbitrary
I know I’m supposed to be
doing the right things but
I just feel beaten anyway
I just feel beaten again
the answers gleaned thus far
seem very suspect to me
I know I’m supposed to be
making a difference but
I just feel beaten anyway
I just feel beaten again
I’m made of dust and air
numinous ethereal
I know I’m supposed to be
solid and present but
I’ve just been beaten again
I just feel beaten anyway
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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