I hear the ringing of the telephone
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No one's home and none of you can reach me
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I'm alone and I feel fine
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There's nothing anyone can sell to me
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Nothing new, none of you can teach me
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But I'm sure that you will try
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I'm tired of living in the modern world
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With pretty boys and plastic girls
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Broken hearts, vanities that disease
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I hear my music on the radio
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What's that song from long ago they're still playing
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Is it saying anything to you
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Pretty people in the magazines
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Play the part of kings and queens
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Hair and make-up can cover up the ugly truth.
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I'm tired of living in the modern world
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With pretty boys and plastic girls
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Broken hearts, vanities that disease
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It really doesn't mean a thing to me
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It really doesn't mean a thing to me
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I'm tired of living in the modern world
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With pretty boys and plastic girls
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Broken hearts, vanities that disease
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I hear the ringing of the telephone
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No one's home and none of you can reach me
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I'm alone and I feel fine
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I'm tired of living in the modern world
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With pretty boys and plastic girls
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Broken hearts, vanities that disease
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It really doesn't mean a thing to me
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It really doesn't mean a thing to me
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It really doesn't mean a thing to me
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The Malcontent (The Modern World)
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