Why do they speak when there's nothing to say
They'll just go on and on and on and on all day
Well they think they're special, but we don't think so
And we'll try to stop them, but they'll only grow
Is it easy to find, is it easy to find
We open the door, and everything's fine
Is it easy to tell, is it easy to tell
She was living in a private hell
Everyone's tired, they haven't got time
And they're all too busy trying to make their lives right
And they can't stand the fires that burn in the night
they say they're all designed to all burn bright
Is it easy to find, is it easy to find
We open the door, and everything's fine
Is it easy to tell, is it easy to tell
She was living in a private hell
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And they think they're special, but they always would
And they never thought that life would be so good
And they never thought that life would be so good