| Don’t wanna read the paper
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| I don’t like bad news
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| Last night a man got shot
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| Outside the house of blues
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| I’d like to ignore it
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| I’d like to just pretend
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| That the reason for it
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| Is something I can comprehend
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| I don’t listen to the radio
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| Last time it made me cry
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| Two boys went crazy
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| Fifteen kids died
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| And I don’t know their families
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| I don’t ask 'em how they’re going
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| They’re on the other side of the world
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| But it’s way too close to home
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| I’ve got something to say
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| And I thought it might be worth a
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| Mention
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| If you’re not pissed off at the world
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| Then you’re just not paying attention
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| And you can turn off the tv
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| And go about your day
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| But just cause you don’t see it
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| It don’t mean it’s gone away hey
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| We don’t talk to our neighbours
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| They’ve got funny coloured skin
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| We see 'em out on the sidewalk
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| But we don’t invite 'em in
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| We only eat when we’re hungry
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| And we throw the rest away
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| While babies in Cambodia
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| Are starving everyday
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| We risk our lives
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| We hit our wives
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| We act like everything is funny
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| We hide our pain
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| While we go insane
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| We sell our souls for money
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| We curse our mums
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| We build our bombs
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| We make our children cry
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| We watch the band
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| While Vietnam
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| Just watch their children die |