| They put the world in a tin can
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| Black market, contraband
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| And it hurt just a little bit
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| When they sliced and packaged it
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| In a long black trench coat
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| Two hands around the throat
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| Oh, you wanna get it right sometimes
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| There’s so much to be scared of
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| And not much to make sense of
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| How did the clowns ever get control?
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| If you hear can you let me know
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| How can they invade it
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| When it’s so complicated?
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| Oh, you wanna get it right sometimes
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| You just wanna get it right sometimes
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| That’s how you see the world
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| How many times can you say
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| You can’t believe what you heard?
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| That’s how you see the world
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| Don’t you worry yourself
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| You’re not gonna get hurt
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| Oooh
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| When there’s something missing
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| Seems like there’s nobody listening
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| If you’re running in a circle
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| How can you be too careful?
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| We don’t wanna be man-trapped
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| We don’t wanna be shrink-wrapped
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| Oh, just wanna get it right sometimes
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| We just wanna get it right sometimes
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| That’s how you see the world
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| How many times have you heard
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| That you can’t believe a word?
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| That’s how you see the world
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| Ah, don’t you worry yourself
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| 'Cause nobody can hurt you
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| That’s how you see the world
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| That’s how you see the world |