| I’m turnin' off my radio
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| 'Cause I can’t stand to know
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| Why everything’s so terrible
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| I’m switchin' off my telephone
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| It feels like a second home
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| But I’m not sure it’s that comfortable
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| Got this world in our hands
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| Like a pearl in a clam
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| We lettin' go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Why is everything so hopeless?
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| Everybody’s lost control
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| I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole
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| How the hell are we still copin'
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| When everybody feels so broke?
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| I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole
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| But what do I know?
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| I wanna go grab a megaphone
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| And scream 'til my lungs are gone
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| Wake up the world and let them know
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| Ayy, ayy-ayy, yeah
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| Can’t just wait until you’re older
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| To take the weight up off your shoulders
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| If it makes you cry
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| You probably doin' alright
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| Got this world in our hands
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| Like a pearl in a clam
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| We lettin' go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Why is everything so hopeless?
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| Everybody’s lost control
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| I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole
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| How the hell are we still copin'
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| When everybody feels so broke?
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| I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole
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| But what the hell do I know? |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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| But what the hell do I know? |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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| But what the hell do I know? |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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| But what the hell do I know? |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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| Why is everything so hopeless?
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| Everybody’s lost control
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| I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole
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| How the hell are we still copin'
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| When everybody feels so broke?
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| I wish that I could fill this ocean size open hole |