| Don’t want nothing
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| But don’t ask questions, so past caring
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| It’s the year of hating everything
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| So align the crosshairs
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| Protect the bubble, I know it’s futile
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| I’m just trying to stay out of it
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| Placed your faith in celestial lies
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| Rat poison stars in candy coloured skies
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| I know that feeling, I’ve felt it before
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| On the grass in front of the Fred Meyer store
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| And more…
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| But don’t ask questions, so past caring
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| It’s the year of hating everything
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| So align the crosshairs
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| Protect the bubble, I know it’s futile
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| I’m just trying to stay out of it
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| Don’t want nothing
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| But don’t ask questions, so past caring
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| It’s the year of hating everything
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| Drifted in and out of toxic sleep
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| While always Tigertown played on repeat
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| Dawn or dusk who knows what time is it?
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| When I look back now, yeah that was a trip
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| What if?
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| Privileged kids trying to say how it is
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| Now around here
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| The mating call of those who should never breed
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| Loud and clear |