| When I get to the bottom of it, I sink
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| Seems like nothing I said
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| Ever meant anything
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| But a headline over my head
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| Thought I made a stand
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| Only made a scene
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| There’s no feast for the underfed
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| All the unknown, dying or dead
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| Keep showing up in my dreams
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| They stand at the end of my bed
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| Have I ever really helped anybody but myself?
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| To believe in the power of songs
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| To believe in the power of girls
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| Though the point we’re making is gone
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| Play it stripped down to my thong
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| Our parents, daughters and sons
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| Believed in the power of songs
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| What if those days are gone?
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| My memory is strong
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| Anyone not dying is dead
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| And baby, it won’t be long
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| So shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| I’ll shut up and carry on
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| The scream becomes a yawn
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| Baby, wherever you are
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| Baby, whatever you do
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| Faster than you think, time staggers on |