Lyrics: In the darkness, in the basement, Sits an angry well of hatred, Though it's frightening, we can name it, Turn the ugly into sacred Like we do when we stand for the truth and hold up our candles Like we do when we let go of cool and share our values Though many laugh when we fall, The wrong kind of joy ain't joy at all. Or when you slip, lose your grip, Do three flips in the air, But fail to make the landing stick, Or when you try, chin up high, someone lies, And all your friends abandon ship. Though many laugh when we fall, The wrong kind of joy ain't joy at all.
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