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Nothing to see, nothing to hear |
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Nothing to be, nothing to fear |
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Nothing to prove, nothing to say |
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Nothing to loose, nothing to gain |
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Nothing to feel, nothing to hate |
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Nothing is real, it's all too late |
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What do you do when nothing's wrong |
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Ain't got a clue, ain't got no song |
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You are foaming at the mouth, you are mad without a doubt |
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'Cause I'm really freaking out |
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And I'm going out of my mind, TV got me going blind |
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And I'm really freaking out |
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Hey man, you think you got it made |
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Grooving and you stink on your fender bass |
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Got on your aviators shades |
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Yeah man, you're looking really ace |
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So what the hell you're doing here |
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Filling the space between my ears |
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Why don't you all just disappear |
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With all your friends just way too dear |
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You are foaming at the mouth, you are mad without a doubt |
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'Cause I'm really freaking out |
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And I'm going out of my mind, TV got me going blind |
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And I'm really freaking out |
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Nothing to see, nothing to hear |
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Nothing to be, nothing to fear |
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Nothing to prove, nothing to say |
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Lala la la lala la lay |
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You are foaming at the mouth, you are mad without a doubt |
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'Cause I'm really freaking out |
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And I'm going out of my mind, TV got me going blind |
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And I'm really freaking out |
