| Forget the fact that you don’t know me
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| 'Cause there’s nothing that you wanna know
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| Forget the fact that you won’t show me
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| 'Cause there’s nothing that you wanna show
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| Forget the fact that I don’t look like you
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| You keep singing «we don’t change»
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| Forget the fact that this is nothing new
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| Forget the violence, forget the pain
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| Our Happy Meals will taste the same
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| Forget the scandal, forget the sleaze
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| We’ll drag the real thing to it’s knees
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| Forget the fact that I don’t know you
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| When there’s nothing that I wanna know
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| Forget the fact that I won’t go too
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| 'Cause there’s nothing if I wanna go
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| Forget the fact that this is nothing new
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| Forget the violence, forget the pain
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| Our Happy Meals will taste the same
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| Forget the scandal, forget the sleaze
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| We’ll drag the real thing to it’s knees)
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| And then we’ll smile as we devise a brand new peace prize
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| Cash-back euthanasia schemes, GM children, low-fat dreams
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| Jerry Springer, crack cocaine, another black box, another plane
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| Instant access to friendly fire, plastic bullets, green barbed wire
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| Forget the violence, forget the pain
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| Our Happy Meals will taste the same
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| Forget the scandal, forget the sleaze
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| We’ll drag the real thing to it’s knees |