| I wrote the news today
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| In the tent outside the midway rides
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| And as my money flew
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| Singing to their pockets you
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| Could only know your shame
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| Knowing what the good ones do
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| And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah
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| Then you see how recklessly the pages are filled
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| Make headlines, believe them come back
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| Make headlines, believe them come back
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| Want to be upside down
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| Maybe thrown from side to side?
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| Want to fall from the clouds
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| Sailing like a ship at sea?
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| Want to think out so loud
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| That the fashion police break me?
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| And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah
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| Then you see how recklessly the pages are filled
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| Make headlines, believe them come back
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| Make headlines, believe them come back
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| Make headlines, believe them come back
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| You’ll cry
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| You’ll cry, you’ll cry believe me come back
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| I wrote the news today
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| In the tent outside the midway rides
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| And when my money flew
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| Singing to their pockets I
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| I filled the whole front page
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| With the catchiest words I could find
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| Believe me come back
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| Fake headlines, believe them come back
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| Fake headlines, believe them come back
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| Fake headlines, believe them come back |