| I get tired and upset
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| And I’m trying to care a little less
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| When I Google I only get depressed
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| I was taught to dodge those issues
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| I was told
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| Don’t worry, there’s no doubt
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| There’s always something to cry about
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| When you’re stuck in angry crowd
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| They don’t think what they say
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| Before they open their mouth
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| You gotta
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| Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
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| And bury them beneath the sea
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| I don’t care what the people may say
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| What the people may say about me
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| Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag
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| Don’t worry about the cavalry
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| I don’t care what the whisperers say
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| Cause they whisper too loud for me
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| Hot topic
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| Maybe I should drop it
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| It’s a touchy subject
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| And I like to tiptoe 'round
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| The ship going down
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| We got no penny, no pound
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| So if your business is running out
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| It’s not my business to talk about
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| They don’t think what to say
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| Before they open their mouth
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| You gotta
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| Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
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| And bury them beneath the sea
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| I don’t care what the people may say
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| What the people may say about me
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| Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag
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| Don’t worry about the cavalry
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| I don’t care what the whisperers say
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| Cause they whisper too loud for me
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| Tweet, tweet
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| Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
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| Tweet, tweet, tweet
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| Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
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| Tweet, tweet, tweet
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| Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
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| Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
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| You gotta
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| Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
|
| And bury them beneath the sea
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| I don’t care what the people may say
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| What the people may say about me
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| Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag
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| Don’t worry about the cavalry
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| I don’t care what the whisperers say
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| Cause they whisper too loud for me
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| Yeah, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
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| Yeah, eh, eh, eh
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| Yeah, eh, eh, eh |