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Floods of tears and doors slamming |
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Stamping feet across the landing |
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Because of your obligation |
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To stay home and fight |
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Sitting down to a composition |
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Test the limits of your inhibition |
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If the phone hasn't rung by midnight |
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It's over tonight |
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If someone tried, you'd realize |
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It's just a boy or a girl |
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It's not the end of the worlds |
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Piles of toast and broken promises |
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Among the books and pens and reading glasses |
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It seems there's no escape from the humdrum |
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It's over and done |
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If someone tried, you'd realize |
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It's just a boy or a girl |
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It's not the end of the world |
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If someone cried, you'd sympathize |
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It's just a boy or a girl |
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It's not the end of the worlds |
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At midnight in desperation |
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Imagine total teenage destruction |
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The Prophets all predicted extinction |
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The virgin spoke in apparitions |
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And if it all came to pass now |
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You feel we'd all deserve it somehow |
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But if someone tried, you'd realize |
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(You'd realize) |
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(And sympathize) |
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It's just a boy or a girl |
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It's not the end of the world |
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If someone cried, you'd sympathize |
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(You'd sympathize) |
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(And realize) |
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It's just a boy or a girl |
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It's not the end of the world |
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It's not the end |
