| Michael Ess told me when we were kids
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| I had my head in the clouds
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| That music really didn’t matter
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| And my vision, my vision was blurred
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| My head got stuck on what he said
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| I walked out instead
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| Last time I saw my friend
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| He came back high on Zen
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| Just keep believing
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| Nothing is wrong
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| You can’t change the world with a song
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| Last time I saw her she was a wreck
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| I mean a beautiful mess
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| The kind with pinpoint eyes
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| Blue skies, and alibis
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| And oh my, she taught me to fly
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| And I never asked why
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| I had nowhere to go
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| She moved too fast
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| I moved too slow
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| Just keep believing
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| Nothing is wrong
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| You can’t change the world with a song
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| Just keep believing
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| Nothing is wrong
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| You can’t change the world with a song
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| The past is buried where it belongs
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| In a hole brought back by songs
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| For me that’s alright
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| I ain’t losing sleep at night
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| Marc the Red, he needed more
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| Bought Jesus at the liquor store
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| We share nothing at all
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| Just a chequered past and a creepy crawl
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| Just keep believing
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| Nothing is wrong
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| You can’t change the world with a song |