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I just wrote the dumbest song. |
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It's gonna be a sing along. |
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All our friendswill clap and sing. |
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Our enemies will laugh and be pointing. |
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It won't botherme, what the thoughtless are thinking, |
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I am more concerned with what we'redrinking. |
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They'll laugh about it at the warehouse, saying |
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I'm so lame. |
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Itwrote itself. |
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You can keep the blame. |
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It'll be a happy song. |
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Not unlike someother ones. |
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While everyone's depressed and broke, |
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I get high off your sickjokes. |
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They're colossal. |
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They're tousling all the worried hair. |
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Stay up there. |
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So crazy it just might work. |
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Then we'll quit our jobs. |
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We could be the nextgroup that you rob. |
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There are times for being dumb. |
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This must be one of them. |
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I'd like to know what's so wrong with a stupid, happy song? |
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It says manythings in it's nothingness. |
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It gives me space to think, |
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I guess. To think less |
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And less. |
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Moving units and tracking charts. |
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Will they ever learn? |
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It isn't whoyou know, it's who you burn. |
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It means nothing. |
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Selling kids to other kids. |
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Ifyou think we changed our tune, |
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I hope we did. |
