Oh they talk, they talk, they mettle more
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Droning lives need a change of key
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"Are they on? Are they off?" That's what they'll ask
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It gives pleasure to the displeased
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And I won't hold the future to your eye
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Cause we're already waiting to die
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And we can change our minds
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One hundred thousand times
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Oh they pry, they peek, they presume it all
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Dreary scope needs a change of scene
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Does she know does she care that's what they'll ask
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It gives pleasure to the displeased
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And I won't hold the future to your eye
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Yeah, we're already waiting to die
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And we can change our minds
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One hundred thousand times
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Tell me all the times you have ever known the reaction
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Maybe you prefer all things that would confound
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And maybe we'll search for a while to decide
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And I won't hold the future to your eye
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Cause we're already waiting to die
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And we can change our minds
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One hundred thousand times
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I won't hold the future to your eye
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Yeah, we're already waiting to die
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And we can change our minds
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One hundred thousand times
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One hundred thousand times
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100,000 Times
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| Maria Taylor |
