| I don’t want to know about evil,
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| Only want to know about love;
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| I don’t want to know about evil,
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| Only want to know about love.
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| Sometimes it gets so hard to listen,
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| Hard for me to use my eyes.
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| And all around the gold is glistening,
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| Making sure it keeps me down to size.
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| And I don’t want to know about evil,
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| Only want to know about love;
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| I don’t want to know one thing about evil,
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| Only want to know about love.
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| I’m waiting for the planes to tumble,
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| Waiting for the towns to fall.
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| I’m waiting for the cities to crumble,
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| Waiting till the sea a grow.
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| Yes it’s getting hard to listen,
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| Hard for us to use our eyes.
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| 'Cause all around that gold is glistening,
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| Making sure it keeps us hypnotized.
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| And I don’t want to know about evil,
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| I only want to know about love;
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| I don’t want to know about evil,
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| Only want to know about love.
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| I don’t want to know anything about evil,
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| Only want to know about love;
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| I don’t want to know about evil,
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| Only want to know about love. |