| Nothing to see nothing to hear
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| Nothing to be nothing to fear
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| Nothing to prove nothing to say
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| Nothing to loose nothing to gain
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| Nothing to feel nothing to hate
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| Nothing is real it’s all too light
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| What do you do when nothing’s wrong
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| Ain’t got a clue ain’t got no song
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| You are foaming at the mouth
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| You are mad without a doubt
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| Cos I’m really freaking out
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| And I’m going out of my mind
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| TV got me going blind
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| And I’m really freaking out
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| Hey man you think you got it made
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| Groovin' and you stink on your fender bass
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| Got on your aviators shades
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| Yeah man you’re looking really ace
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| So what the hell you’re doing here
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| Filling the space between my ears
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| Why don’t you all just disappear
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| With all your friends just way too dear
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| You are foaming at the mouth
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| You are mad without a doubt
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| Cos I’m really freaking out
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| And I’m going out of my mind
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| TV got me going blind
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| And I’m really freaking out
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| Nothing to see nothing to hear
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| Nothing to be nothing to fear
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| Nothing to prove nothing to say
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| Lala la la lala la lay
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| You are foaming at the mouth
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| You are mad without a doubt
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| Cos I’m really freaking out
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| And I’m going out of my mind
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| TV got me going blind
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| And I’m really freaking out |