| Don’t it make you feel good
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| When the world spins another way
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| And it’s all in your head
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| And every little thing thing she said
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| Is a call to arms?
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| A vote for the underclass? |
| yeah, the underdog
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| Still holding fast
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| And I don’t talk much, no
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| I don’t think much, no
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| I’m just a boy who hangs around
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| I keep my eyes clean, yeah
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| I keep my nose clean, yeah
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| Just a boy who hangs around
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| I hear you calling
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| Don’t you know I’m falling?
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| I keep my back to the world
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| And Rita takes time to say it’s all right
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| She always had some time to steal
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| A summer of hate
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| No holy crusade, and the wars on TV
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| Are lost on me? |
| yeah, they’re lost on you
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| The battles we fight are all our own
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| They’re shabby and light and stupid and sad
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| They’re all we have
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| Yeah, they’re all we have
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| And I don’t talk much, no
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| I don’t think much, no
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| I’m just a boy who hangs around
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| I keep my eyes clean, yeah
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| I keep my nose clean, yeah
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| I’m just a boy who hangs around |