| I do want to better the world
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| It’s easier not to care
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| But then I just feel alone
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| First I should better myself
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| Just a ridiculous head on a body of bones
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| In the shape of a pear
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| I know they’re listening there
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| In the black of the market
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| Where the souls just stare
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| And noone makes a sound
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| Till there’s a sniff of success
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| Then suddenly we progress into the palm of their hands
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| Cheeky peeky Tom’s always criticizing everything
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| He wants to be somebody but instead he’s staying vinigan (?)
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| Then there’s John who’s always pitifully battling
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| Forgetting that he’s missing what is actually happening
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| But if he’s happy
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| Then who’m I to care
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| People can be stand (???)
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| I can make my mind as I see fit (?)
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| I take the time to play with it
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| I can be a fool
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| I don’t care that I’m pear shaped
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| But I can hardly wait
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| To be on top of the world
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| Feels like I’m rolling stoned
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| How long’s this gonna last
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| What was my point again
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| Oh yeah, we are all human
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| Any argument said
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| This clever clever Chuck’s always looking into everything
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| He cannot seem to close his eyes and see like this amazing (?)
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| (?) and (?) never satisfied with anything
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| Poking with his stick instead of laughing, you’ll be figuring
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| I don’t think he’s happy
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| But who am I to care
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| People can be (?)
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| I make I make I make I make my mind as I see fit (?)
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| I take I take I take I take the time to play with it
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| I can be I be I be yes I can be a fool
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| And I don’t care don’t care don’t care because I know we really do
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| Want to better the world
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| It’s way easier not to care
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| But then we just feel alone
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| So maybe we should better ourselves
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| Just a ridiculous head on a body of bones
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| In the shape of a pear |