| Lately now when I’m surfing the channels
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| Headlines’ll terrify, more news to paralyze
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| Lately now it’s like some kind of panic
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| All there at 6 o’clock, when will it ever stop?
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| Murder and commentary, is this how it has to be?
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| Sick to the stomach now, TV’s reality
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| Something inside of me is saying to look away
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| How do you look away? |
| How do you look away?
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| Some day when we finally face the end
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| I hope that you live to see this poetic catastrophe
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| 'Cause from here, it’s never felt so wrong
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| Lately now, I’m like some kind of medic
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| Upset and paranoid, out on my skin again
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| Lately now it’s like some kind of havoc
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| I need some medicine, give me some medicine
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| Chaos and death I see, bodies lie in the street
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| Thirst to be televised, never apologize
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| Readers don’t miss a beat, it sickens me while I eat
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| How do I look away? |
| How do I look away?
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| Some day when we finally face the end
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| I hope that you live to see this poetic catastrophe
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| 'Cause from here, it’s never felt so wrong
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| Witness a descent into madness
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| The only escape is to erase everything
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| Some day when we finally face the end
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| I hope that you live to see this poetic catastrophe
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| Some day when you face your reality
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| I hope that the life we made was more than a fantasy
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| 'Cause from here, it’s never felt so wrong |