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As I sit and listen to a kid you clearly influenced |
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I text and say I'm glad that you're my friend (yay!) |
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Then leave another perfect time show, feeling inspired and powerful |
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"The Ghost of Corporate Future" in my head (my ******* head!) |
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And as I count the ways that I've said "******* you" to the man |
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I don't care who thinks that I've sold out or not |
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Since going barefoot I feel better |
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That Regina ******* Spektor is a name I'll never be ashamed to drop (Go Regina!) |
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I saw that little weirdo walk into the open mic, sit down shyly at the piano and then start (Wow!) |
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Singing songs we'll start to knowing, silly, sad and so mind blowing |
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They were undeniably straight from the heart (Right from the heart!) |
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And the music |
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It doesn't change |
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No, songs remain the same |
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Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening |
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Yeah, the music |
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It doesn't change |
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No, songs remain the same |
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Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening |
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I have a friend named Eva, seventeen |
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She's a soprano, she sings opera with a voice that makes me cry (cry!) |
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But she sings in competitions and the kids at school give her *******t |
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I wish that she could sit back and close her eyes (eyes!) |
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And feel the vibration of her voice inside her chest without worrying about who thinks that--who thinks who's the best |
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While at time when there are people who think that it's not enough and there are people who think that I've went too far (too far!) |
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All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal |
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And I traded in my meds for a guitar |
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There's so much depression nowadays in adolescents |
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And with all the social pressure that makes sense |
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But music shouldn't be the problem |
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Music should be the solution |
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And only a positive experience (experience!) |
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Because the music |
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It doesn't change |
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No, the songs remain the same |
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Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening |
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No, the music |
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It doesn't change |
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No, the songs remain the same |
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Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening (tell 'em!) |
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I have a friend named Johnny D |
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His band is Tin Tree Factory |
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Everything he does is gold to me |
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And it's on archive.org for free |
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Yes! |
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W-W-W-DOT-A-R-C-H-I-V-E-DOT-O-R-G |
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I like sittin' on the floor watchin' Johnny play |
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On his knees, on a carpet |
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Not on a stage |
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In front of a fire, in a living room |
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Cozy and warm full of potluck food |
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But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge |
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I'd be glad that you knew Johnny too (Johnny!) |
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His songs are smart, important, brave |
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Wanting that to myself would be totally lame (lame!) |
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I don't claim to be Regina's only true fan |
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Just because I knew her way back when |
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And if you think Cat Stevens couldn't be my god |
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'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude |
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I bought all his albums |
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I listened, I cried |
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Teaser and the Firecat changed my life |
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I painted a firecat on my jean jacket |
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Drew "Peace Train"s on my homework packet |
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I'm still listening to "The Wind (of my Soul)" |
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And I'm a hard headed woman, so I've been told |
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Yeah, music's just sound |
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We're just ears |
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Why are you affected by what who hears |
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If Michael Jackson's hits make him less sacred |
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Then you taking your clothes off makes me less naked |
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When what each preach, I'll make it or break it |
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Do you wanna abstain? (Uh, no.) |
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Repeat after me |
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You can like what you like |
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You can like what you like |
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And let them like what they like |
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And let them like what they like |
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You can like what you like |
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You can like what you like |
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And let them like what they like |
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And let them like what they like |
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Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-shaka-boom |
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Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-boom-boom |
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(And they, and they... |
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Like, like... |
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Like it!) |
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I love you, Mikey! |
