| What’s worse, what’s worse?
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| Are you better now?
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| Feelin' better now
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| Better sweat it out
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| And it’s hard to write to the letter
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| And it’s hard to breathe through your sweater
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| Disperse, disperse, water remedy
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| What you feed to me
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| Through your TV screen
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| We can stay up all tonight and see tomorrow
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| So immersed, so immersed in the atmosphere
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| When you’re cooped in here
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| Do you live in fear?
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| Of the figures and the plots
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| And the dashes or the dots
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| What’s first, what’s worse? |
| It’s the same to me
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| Who’s your enemies in serenity?
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| And I know you’ve got the wrong ideas
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| Yeah you know I’ve got the wrong ideas
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| Are we clear?
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| To be caught up in the bubble
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| When you know it’s always comin'
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| And your life starts changin' states or takin' sides
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| And you know you’re always runnin'
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| When you counted all your blessings
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| Far away, I pray for somewhere else to hide
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| What’s worse? |
| What’s worse? |
| Would you take me out?
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| Will you take me out?
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| Of this teacup town
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| And it’s hard to take when you permeate in a bubble
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| Settle down, mess around, can’t you see me now?
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| Take it easy now
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| With the lights and sounds
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| And I’d rather sit in a bubble
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| Than be torn apart by the trouble
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| Oh enjoy, oh enjoy when you needed me
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| To a dropdown town
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| By a cemetary
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| And it bleeds away your heart
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| But you’re smart
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| Gotta swing, gotta swing in the suits and ties
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| And the porcupines
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| Now they’re friends of mine
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| To be caught up in the bubble
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| When you know it’s always comin'
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| And your life starts changin' states or takin' sides
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| And you know you’re always runnin'
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| When you counted all your blessings
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| Far away, I pray for somewhere else to hide |