| Yeah, mother fucker!
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| Kimya Fucking Dawson!
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| What
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| Put your fucking hands down!
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| As I sit and listen to a kid you clearly influenced
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| I text and say I’m glad that you’re my friend (Yay!)
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| Then leave another perfect time show, feeling inspired and powerful
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| «The Ghost of Corporate Future» in my head (my fucking head!)
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| And as I count the ways that I’ve said «fuck you» to the man
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| I don’t care who thinks that I’ve sold out or not (I don’t care!)
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| Since going barefoot I feel better
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| That Regina fucking Spektor is a name I’ll never be ashamed to drop (Go Regina!)
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| I saw that little weirdo walk into the open mic, sit down shyly at the piano
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| and then start (Wow!)
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| Singing songs we’ll start to knowing, silly, sad and so mind blowing
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| They were undeniably straight from the heart (Right from the heart!)
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| And the music
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| It doesn’t change
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| No, songs remain the same
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| Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who
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| are listening
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| Yeah, the music
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| It doesn’t change
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| No, songs remain the same
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| Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who
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| are listening
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| I have a friend named Eva, seventeen
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| She’s a soprano, she sings opera with a voice that makes me cry (cry!)
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| But she sings in competitions and the kids at school give her shit
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| I wish that she could sit back and close her eyes (eyes!)
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| And feel the vibration of her voice inside her chest
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| Without worrying about who thinks that--who thinks who’s the best (the best!)
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| While at time when there are people who think that it’s not enough and there
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| are people who think that I’ve went too far (too far!)
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| All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal
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| And I traded in my meds for a guitar
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| There’s so much depression nowadays in adolescents
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| And with all the social pressure that makes sense
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| But music shouldn’t be the problem
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| Music should be the solution
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| And only a positive experience (experience!)
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| Because the music
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| It doesn’t change
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| No, the songs remain the same
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| Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who
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| are listening
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| No, the music
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| It doesn’t change
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| No, the songs remain the same
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| Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who
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| are listening (tell 'em!)
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| I have a friend named Johnny D
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| His band is Tin Tree Factory
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| Everything he does is gold to me
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| And it’s on archive dot org for free, yes!
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| I like sittin' on the floor watchin' Johnny play
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| On his knees, on a carpet
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| Not on a stage
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| In front of a fire, in a living room
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| Cozy and warm full of potluck food
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| But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge
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| I’d be glad that you knew Johnny too (Johnny!)
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| His songs are smart, important, brave
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| Wanting that to myself would be totally lame (lame!)
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| I don’t claim to be Regina’s only true fan
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| Just because I knew her way back when
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| And if you think Cat Stevens couldn’t be my god
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| Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude
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| I bought all his albums
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| I listened, I cried
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| Teaser and the Firecat changed my life
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| I painted a firecat on my jean jacket
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| Drew peace trains on my homework packet
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| I’m still listening to «The Wind (of my Soul)»
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| And I’m a hard headed woman, so I’ve been told
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| Yeah, music’s just sound
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| We’re just ears
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| Why are you affected by what who hears
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| If Michael Jackson’s hits make him less sacred
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| Then you taking your clothes off makes me less naked
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| When what each preach, I’ll make it or break it
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| Do you wanna abstain? |
| (Uh.no?)
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| Repeat after me
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| You can like what you like
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| You can like what you like
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| And let them like what they like
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| And let them like what they like
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| You can like what you like
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| You can like what you like
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| And let them like what they like
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| And let them like what they like
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| Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-shaka-boom
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| Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-boom-boom
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| And they, and they…
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| Like, like…
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| Like it!
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| I love you, Mikey! |