| It’s all about the duty
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| Of hating everything
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| It’s all about swallowing
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| And throwing up again
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| And everybody’s so damn different
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| And everybody knows one truth
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| They pledge allegiance to the wise men
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| And they spread the word
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| And all the kids are talking but
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| Nobody’s ever heard
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| And everybody’s so self-righteous
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| And everybody has got an excuse
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| The kids don’t like to share
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| It’s always been that way
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| It’s all about the haircut
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| And the clothes you wear
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| And the more they talk about it
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| The less I care
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| Because this discoball turns for everyone
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| But the kids don’t seem to understand
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| There’s only room for self-styled saints
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| And everybody has got the message
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| As long as nobody understands
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| And everybody keeps the secret
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| Until it gets out of their hands
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| The kids don’t like to share
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| It’s always been that way
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| The kids don’t like to share
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| It’s always been that way
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| Unity works
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| So perfectly
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| If nobody’s
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| Welcome but me
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| Unity works
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| So perfectly
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| Let’s make it smaller
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| Till we cannot see it anymore
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| It’s always been that way
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| The kids don’t like to share
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| It’s always been that way
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| Hey Kids
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| I hear you talk the talk
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| But kids don’t like to share
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| You’ll never walk the walk
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| I hear you talk the talk
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| But kids don’t like to share
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| You’ll never walk the walk
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| And I don’t care
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| I don’t care
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| I don’t care |