| She’s trapped inside her room with reruns on the screen
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| Old books and movies but she can’t stop thinking
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| I’m torn between myself, my radio, my friends
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| I want to write this one off over and over and over again
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| And then she looked at me to scream
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| «My castles are falling and I can’t look in the street
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| Without everything changing.»
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| I want to read good news, good news
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| I want to be innocent again
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| I want to read good news, good news
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| But nothing good is happening
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| She waits all day, she stands a stranger in her skin
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| And she moves the science with her hands
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| She lines the walls with every paper she can see
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| These words consume her but they never set her free
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| And then she looked at me to scream
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| «My castles are falling and I can’t look in the street
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| Without everything changing.»
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| I want to read good news, good news
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| I want to be innocent again
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| I want to read good news, good news
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| But nothing good is happening
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| Nothing good is happening
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| But nothing good is happening
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| I want to read good news, good news
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| I want to be a little kid again
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| I want to read good news, good news
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| But nothing good is happening
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| I want to read good news, good news
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| I want to go to sleep at night again
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| I want to read good news, good news
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| But nothing good is happening
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| But nothing good is happening
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| But nothing good is happening |