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Now stop the goddamn press |
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And hold the fucking phone. |
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Why cause the word is out |
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And you're gonna want to know. |
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It's getting hard to hear. |
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If it's become an act. |
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Is what you're playing music? |
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Or are you writing ads? |
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Just pull the goddamn plug |
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And kill that burnt out song. |
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Why? Cause it's hardly an art. |
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And i won't sing along. |
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You play it but it still sounds the same. |
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Turn it off, turn it off |
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You live it but it's only an act. |
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Turn it off, turn it off |
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Now... turn it off! |
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Now... turn it off! |
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I can't wait for the day to come |
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When we turn it off cause it's played too long. |
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I can't wait for your song to end |
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It's been on all day and |
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It's gonna play again. |
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You sing it like you're selling me something |
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Turn it off, turn it off |
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You wrote it but you know it's a lie |
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Turn it off, turn it off |
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Now... turn it off!! |
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Now... turn it off!! |
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I can't wait for the day to come |
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When we turn it off cause it's played too long. |
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I can't wait for your song to end |
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It's been on all day and |
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It's gonna play again. [x2] |
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It's getting hard to hear. |
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If it's become an act. |
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Is what you're playing music? |
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Or are you writing ads? [x2] |
