| We’ve got to come down, we’re going crazy
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| Feeling so goddamn unsatisfied
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| Where is the justice? |
| Where is the jury?
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| When will we all be set free?
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| It’s getting colder, and I am not ready
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| Ready to take on the world tonight
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| The troubles are rolling, we should’ve known better
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| Lord knows the pressure is on tonight
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| To spin you around, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah
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| Will the winter ever be over?
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| And when will my heart know the coast is clear?
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| So wait for my hands to clap when I’m ready
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| Ready to get on, on with the fight
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| And maybe it’s too much for you to take
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| Maybe it’s too much, your heart is breaking
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| Maybe it’s okay if you cry
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| Maybe it’s okay to know why
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| It’s only disaster
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| It’s criminal justice
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| It’s deep-rooted baby
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| To spin you around, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah
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| Crowd around, crowd around and tell 'em now
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| Ain’t about to tell you how
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| Just get off your ass and run
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| Run, yeah, just for fun
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| And just remember to hold on tight
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| And spin all around, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah
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| 'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah
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| 'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah |