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Watch me heave up what I sellI'm made of peanuts, not of shellsGod spares a quality in himselfUniquely designed but we can't help ourselves, soWhy, I made a face that bugs youI won't design conversation around youI made a face that bugs youSpyglass scans the fieldsHold my hand, I feel a chill in hereTired of lookin' through youI've found myself, can you find you?Why, I made a face that bugs youI won't design conversation around youI made a face that bugs youI won't designSpyglass scans the fieldHold my hand, I feel a chill in hereTired of lookin' through youI've found myself, can you find you?Why, I made a faceI won't design