| Nobody knows everything
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| We know this to be true
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| Everything is difficult except what’s in front of you
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| But it’s complicated even under your nose
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| Bullshit math equations
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| Your highs and your lows
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| And your manic depression
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| It comes and it goes
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| Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
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| And you’re in fight or flight mode
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| How’s the world so small when the world is so large?
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| And what made the world
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| Could I please speak to who’s in charge?
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| Everything is real
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| But it’s also just as fake
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| From your daughter’s birthday party
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| To your grandmother’s wake
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| And your bipolar illness
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| It comes and it goes
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| Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
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| And you’re in fight or flight mode
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| I’ve tried to know which words to sing so many times
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| I tried to know which chord to play
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| And I tried to make it rhyme
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| I tried to find the key that all good songs are in
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| And I tried to find that notes to make that great, resounding din
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| But there’s a bad man in everyone
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| No matter who we are
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| There’s a rapist and a Nazi living in our tiny hearts
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| Child pornographers and cannibals, and politicians too
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| There’s someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you
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| So here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
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| People love you more
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| Oh nevermind
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| In fucking fact Mrs. Robinson
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| The world won’t care whether you live or die
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| In fucking fact Mrs. Robinson
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| They probably hate to see your stupid face
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| So here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
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| You live in an unforgiving place |