| In the morning when I listen to the news
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| Death is sold in packs of twelve
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| And it gives me the blues
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| It's hitting my head like a prick
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| I wish it would change, I wish it would move
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| And it gives me the blues
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| I didn't say I was gonna change the world
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| When I think of the kids, I think of the world
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| It's all just a joke
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| And it gives me the blues
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| I didn't say it would be better somewhere else
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| That there would be a land where we are not afraid
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| Don't mind if I see red
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| And it gives me the blues
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| There are too many bad guys who approve
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| Let bullshit always be on the cover
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| And it gives me the blues
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| There are too many orgy dealers
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| And not a real flower on the lawn
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| And it gives me the blues
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| I didn't say I wanted to change the world
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| No tripping around
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| And when I really open my eyes
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| I'm not happy
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| I didn't parade for the prize
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| From my warm place to heaven
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| There are mornings I can't be cool
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| And it gives me the blues
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| I didn't say I wanted to change the world
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| But on the dirty smile side
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| Kalashnikov found his wife
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| And it gives me the blues
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| I didn't say it would be better somewhere else
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| That there would be a land where we are not afraid
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| Don't mind if I see red
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| And it gives me the blues
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| In the morning when I listen to the news
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| Death is sold in packs of twelve
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| And it gives me the blues... |