| If you’d asked me at a concert standing by The Clean
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| I’d have said I’m okay, and this is what I mean
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| But now a little later a crisis has evolved
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| Those ancient complications remaining unresolved
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| They say you have to give them what thy want
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| Say you have to give them what they want
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| Say you have to give them what they want
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| Say you have to give them what they want
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| I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands
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| I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands
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| I know what they will never understand
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| I know what they will never understand
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| I didn’t want to say that and I am
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| Didn’t want to say that and I am
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| Didn’t want to say that and I am
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| Didn’t want to say that and I am
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| The years dictated changes, I always knew the would
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| We shared a common language that’s seldom understood
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| So now a noise surrounds me, a million harsh guitars
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| The same incessant dance beat, those harnessed harmless stars
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| They say you have to give them what thy want
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| Say you have to give them what they want
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| Say you have to give them what they want
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| Say you have to give them what they want
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| I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands
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| Tearing all my hair out with my hands
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| I know that they will never understand
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| I know that they will never understand
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| I didn’t want to say that and I am
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| Didn’t want to say that and I am
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| Didn’t want to say that and I am
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| Didn’t want to say that and I am
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| More and more, more and more
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| More and more, more and more
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| More and more, more and more
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| More and more |