| Come gather round and listen, if you can get that near
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| If not, we’ll use a microphone so all poor souls can hear
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| And hold hands in a circle, or stare bored straight ahead
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| Rejoice in your rebellion, or wish you were in bed
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| Come gather round and liten, or watch it on the screen
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| The campfire burned out long ago, the songs all got obscene
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| And left us with some rich kids trying hard to be sincere
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| Let it fly straight out the other after going in one ear
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| Come gather round--from the kings and the queens on down
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| If you listen close, you can hear the sound
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| Of a human voice saying «Come Gather Round»
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| Come Gather Round
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| So listen to my story, though I haven’t yet begun
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| We have to cut through so much crap to have a little fun
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| And who are «we» now anyway to even earn the name?
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| We’re so convinced we’re different, it makes us all the same
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| Don’t fall for the maturity
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| It ain’t real
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| They just call it «integrity»
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| Please don’t grow up
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| Please blow up your TV
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| Come all you desperate rebels and hang your heads in shame
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| For those who live in self-contempt with just themselves to blame
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| And for those who can, who do nothing, and those who can’t, who succeed
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| To cry out «bloody murder» the moment that they bleed…
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| Come gather round--from the kings and the queen on down
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| If you listen close, you can hear the sound
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| Of a human voice saying «Come Gather Round»
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| Come Gather Round |