| We just solved all the world’s problems
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| Fixed everything in it
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| And sure I’d love to tell you how
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| But there was no one taking minutes
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| Still the sun’s gon' rise every mornin'
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| And the birds’ll always sing up in the sky
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| So we may as well keep sharin' all our stories
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| Our bank accounts are empty and our mouths are dry
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| Oh my
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| What a life this is
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| Spendin' all weekend runnin' round
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| Tryna chase the bass and treble
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| Oh my
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| I’m guessin' we aren’t on the list
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| But I promise that we’re on the level
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| I promise that we’re on the level
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| We’ve got a way to fix it all
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| If only you would listen
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| Wait till the old folks die out
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| Until then we’ll keep wishin'
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| Still the sun goes down every evenin'
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| And the boomers keep on buildin' to the sky
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| So we may as well keep sharin' all our stories
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| Our bank accounts are empty and our mouths are dry
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| Oh my
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| What a life this is
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| Spendin' all weekend runnin' round
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| Tryna chase the bass and treble
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| Oh my
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| I’m guessin' we aren’t on the list
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| But I promise that we’re on the level
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| I promise that we’re on the level
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| If you don’t let us in we’ll tear the door off the hinges
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| And burn the place to the ground
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| We’ll tear the door off the hinges and burn the place to the ground
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| And if you don’t let us in we’ll tear the door off the hinges
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| And burn that fucker to the ground
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| We’ll tear the door off the hinges and burn that fucker to the ground |