| When I step out to the morning light |
| And feel the wind hit my mind, I |
| Can't help but wonder why |
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| The stories they sell, the lies they say |
| We're meant to keep our thoughts at bay |
| But hey, whatever makes front page |
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| Have we lost our way? |
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| What happened to the good folks on both sides? |
| Now it's only who's wrong and who's right |
| I'm just trying to find a place between the lines |
| What happened to the old days, the good news? |
| Now it's only more lies and who's who |
| I don't wanna play a game I didn't choose |
| If that's alright with you |
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| When I get home after half past five |
| And see the world through that blue light, I |
| Can't help but wonder why |
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| All the hurt we see, then swipe away |
| Makes us numb to what we say |
| But hey, whatever makes front page |
|
| Have we lost our way? |
|
| What happened to the good folks on both sides? |
| Now it's only who's wrong and who's right |
| I'm just trying to find a place between the lines |
| What happened to the old days, the good news? |
| Now it's only more lies and who's who |
| I don't wanna play a game I didn't choose |
| If that's alright with you |
| If that's alright with you |
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