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It's all about the duty |
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Of hating everything |
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It's all about swallowing |
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And throwing up again |
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And everybody's so damn different |
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And everybody knows one truth |
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They pledge allegiance to the wise men |
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And they spread the word |
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And all the kids are talking but |
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Nobody's ever heard |
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And everybody's so self-righteous |
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And everybody has got an excuse |
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The kids don't like to share |
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It's always been that way |
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It's all about the haircut |
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And the clothes you wear |
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And the more they talk about it |
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The less I care |
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Because this discoball turns for everyone |
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But the kids don't seem to understand |
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There's only room for self-styled saints |
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And everybody has got the message |
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As long as nobody understands |
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And everybody keeps the secret |
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Until it gets out of their hands |
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The kids don't like to share |
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It's always been that way |
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The kids don't like to share |
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It's always been that way |
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Unity works |
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So perfectly |
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If nobody's |
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Welcome but me |
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Unity works |
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So perfectly |
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Let's make it smaller |
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Till we cannot see it anymore |
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It's always been that way |
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The kids don't like to share |
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It's always been that way |
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Hey Kids |
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I hear you talk the talk |
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But kids don't like to share |
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You'll never walk the walk |
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I hear you talk the talk |
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But kids don't like to share |
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You'll never walk the walk |
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And I don't care |
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I don't care |
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I don't care |