| Fish from the paper, fresh from the sea
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| The cracks in the pavement, the city in siege
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| I don’t know where to replace it or who to believe
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| Can’t find on the pavement or lay on his knees
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| Scratching around in a second I got where you should be
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| We’re going to wake up the nation, don’t be no drag
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| Shake up the station, a night up ahead
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| We’re going to wake up the nation, don’t be no drag
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| Shake up the station, a night on our hands
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| Nowhere to be
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| Nowhere to be
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| Get your face off the Facebook and turn off your phone
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| The death of the post box, no one is home
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| Scratching around in a second I got where you should be
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| Nowhere to be
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| Nowhere to be
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| We’re going to wake up the nation, don’t be no drag
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| Shake up the station, a night up ahead
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| We’re going to wake up the nation, don’t be no drag
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| Shake up the station, a night on our hands
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| We’re going to wake up the nation, don’t be no drag
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| Shake up the station, a night up ahead
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| We’re going to wake up the nation, don’t be no drag
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| Shake up the station, a night on our hands |