| If it takes all kinds to make a world,
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| then why am I confused?
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| And if life’s not worth a bag of nails,
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| then why do I feel so used?
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| Sometimes I wake up to feel,
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| like my head’s exploded.
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| When you fire the gun of life,
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| you’d better make sure it’s loaded.
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| Some people live their lives on the floor,
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| others are left on the shelf.
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| I can’t say sorry 'cause I don’t feel wrong,
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| do you want me to lie to myself?
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| I tell myself to take it slow,
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| there are voices in my head.
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| Everywhere I go I wanna be somewhere else instead.
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| 'Cause it’s the same, all over the world.
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| It’s the same, all over the world.
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| It’s the same, all over the world.
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| So don’t just talk about it,
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| you know you can’t live without it at all.
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| So it all goes 'round in another town, every way you turn is wrong.
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| Kicking up leaves, feeling so naive,
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| like a line from a different song.
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| Sometimes I wake up to feel,
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| like my head’s exploded.
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| When you fire the gun of life,
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| you’d better make sure it’s loaded.
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| 'Cause it’s the same, all over the world.
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| It’s the same, all over the world.
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| It’s the same, all over the world.
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| So don’t just talk about it,
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| you know you can’t live without it at all. |