| Spend the day in your bed, take your medicine
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| If that’s the only thing that keeps you calm
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| Well, one of these days, you’ve gotta get up and get out
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| There is a purpose for all of my sitting here
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| If you can’t understand, well, you could
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| If you could just stretch your attention span now, for this song
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| Well, I hope that this is what you would want
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| 'Cause my throat will be the first thing to go
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| And I hope that someday, I’ll hear everyone sing
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| Is that all you got?
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| Turn it up, keep it coming
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| 'Cause I got the words to keep the birds humming
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| Well, there’s gotta be something
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| Oh, there’s gotta be something wrong
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| Well, there’s gotta be something
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| Oh, there’s gotta be something wrong
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| You spent your life with a pen and a microphone
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| And you wrote down everything that you could
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| In case somebody gives them a second glance now, for this long
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| I hope that this is what you would want
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| 'Cause my throat will be the first thing to go
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| When I’m old, I’ll remember when everyone sang
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| Is that all you got?
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| Turn it up, keep it coming
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| 'Cause I got the words to keep the birds humming
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| Well, there’s gotta be something
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| Oh, there’s gotta be something wrong
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| Well, there’s gotta be something
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| Oh, there’s gotta be something wrong with everyone
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| Let’s go!
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| Is that all you got?
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| Turn it up, keep it coming
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| 'Cause I got the words to keep the birds humming
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| Well, there’s gotta be something
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| Oh, there’s gotta be something wrong
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| Well, there’s gotta be something
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| Oh, there’s gotta be something wrong
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| Is that all you got?
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| Turn it up, keep it coming
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| 'Cause I got the words to keep the birds humming
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| Well, there’s gotta be something
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| Oh, there’s gotta be something wrong
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| Well, there’s gotta be something
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| Oh, there’s gotta be…
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| There’s gotta be… |