| Oh no
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| Somethings’s wrong
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| We are not where we belong
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| What happened to the bright, big future
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| That we heard on the radio
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| Why are we still
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| On the ground
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| Dragging along and fucking around
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| We were busy only dreaming of what
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| We all heard on the radio
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| This is the result of your negligence
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| This is the result of your negligence
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| Keep telling yourself it gets better
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| From here on out
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| This is the result of your negligence
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| You keep putting on faces
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| Like it changes who you were
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| You’re still ugly on the inside
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| But, they don’t tell you that on the radio
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| Warning: may cause nausea, headaches, coma or death
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| I’m so glad I never listen
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| To what they say on the radio
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| This is the result of your negligence
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| This is the result of your negligence
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| Keep telling yourself it gets better
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| From here on out
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| Keep telling yourself it gets better
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| Until you start to fall apart
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| Calling all mannequins
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| Show me what you’ve got
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| Nothing I haven’t seen before
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| I guess that’s the price we pay
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| For living our lives on the radio
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| Being the best of someone else
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| So original
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| But, can we stop for a second
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| And kill the voice on the radio
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| This is the result of your negligence
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| This is the result of your negligence
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| Keep telling yourself it gets better
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| From here on out
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| Keep telling yourself it gets better
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| Until you start to fall apart |