| No messing with a sense of humor
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| Will see you through scrapes and all shapes of clouds
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| We’re late, we should have got here sooner
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| You can’t rush fate or question the Dao
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| We’re too thin to wear black
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| We’re no victim to crack
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| We’re too unique to be cloned
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| What you don’t get, you attack
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| You rely on the laugh track
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| To get where the punch line explodes
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| And look who’s laughing now
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| We’re laughing out loud, we’re laughing
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| A sound between a cry and scream
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| We’re laughing, laughing out loud
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| You wrote us off as part time losers
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| Wielding an axe to hide your self doubt
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| I don’t forgive, I forget
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| I can’t remember which paper
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| Somebody answer the phone
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| The phone is ringing now
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| We’re laughing out loud, we’re laughing
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| A sound between a cry and scream
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| We’re laughing, laughing out loud
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| We’re still standing, standing tall
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| We’re still standing
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| We’re laughing, laughing and proud
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| Come and stand with us or fall, stand or fall
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| The world is spinning 'round
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| Spinning 'round, so much faster
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| And our world is spinning 'round
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| Spinning 'round, so much faster |