| Nobody wants to hear a sad song
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| So I just grit my teeth and sing along
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| There’s a choir of the coldest hearts echoing the halls
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| So a give a little more gas to burn and we can fast-cut now to the curtain call
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| Melancholy kaleidoscope, it’s high time
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| You shake things up and get the picture in your head right
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| Melancholy kaleidoscope, it’s alright
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| Can’t be one hundred if you’re only giving ninety-five
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| I wanna hear another fast song
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| Something to tune out all these bad thoughts
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| Light a fire in the coldest hearts filling up the halls
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| Pass another lit match to burn and we can fast-cut now to the curtain call
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| (We now return to our regularly scheduled program)
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| Melancholy kaleidoscope, it’s high time
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| You shake things up and get the picture in your head right
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| Melancholy kaleidoscope, it’s alright
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| Can’t be one hundred if you’re only giving ninety-five
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| So would you please stand by
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| Are we out of time?
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| Maybe I’ll feel better
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| Giving forty-five
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| Staring at the ceiling
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| Choking back my feelings
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| Can’t be one hundred if you’re only giving ninety-five
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| Melancholy kaleidoscope, it’s high time
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| You shake things up and get the picture in your head right
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| Melancholy kaleidoscope, it’s alright
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| Can’t be one hundred (No)
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| Can’t be one hundred if you’re only giving ninety-five
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| If you’re only giving ninety-five
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| Only giving ninety-five |