| I want to know
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| What’s been going on
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| What’s around the block
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| I’d like to die
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| with the songs I love stuck in my head
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| Seeming seamless,
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| It was never easy enough,
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| to keep a smile thin
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| while they pushed into bed
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| Feeling fearless,
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| It was never easy enough,
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| to figure friends from foes
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| and so this story goes…
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| I want to know
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| What’s been going on
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| What’s around the block
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| I’d like to die
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| with the songs I love stuck in my head
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| I hope to make the most
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| of all those hollow bones we become,
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| Wo-oh, I raise a toast
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| to the souls that sang all along
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| Feeling fearless,
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| It was never easy enough
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| to keep my feet on ground
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| and head out of the clouds
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| I want to know
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| What’s been going on
|
| What’s around the block
|
| I’d like to die
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| with the songs I love stuck in my head
|
| I hope to make the most
|
| of all those hollow bones we become,
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| Wo-oh, I raise a toast
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| to the souls that sang all along
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| I’ve been gathering friends
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| just to make some sound
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| before the ship goes down
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| and
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| I’ve been making amends
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| by making the rounds before the whole world ends
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| and
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| I’ve been gathering friends
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| just to make some sounds
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| before the ship goes down.
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| I want to know
|
| What’s been going on
|
| What’s around the block
|
| I’d like to die
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| with the songs I love stuck in my head
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| I hope to make the most
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| of all those hollow bones we become,
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| We all could raise a toast
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| to the souls that sang all alone
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| I hope to make the most
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| We all could raise a toast
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| I’d like to die
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| with the songs I love stuck in my head. |