All the counselors, in Blackpool
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With their poxy cars, can just fuck off
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You're much too old, to persecute us
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Bet your sick about the local publicity huh? Thank you!
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Chorus:
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Too much confusion
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Too much confusion
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Too much confusion, out there
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( ? ), spouting shit
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Well you ain't too convincing
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You know you can't fool everybody
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All the violence, all the reporters sniffing around
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Tomorrow's headlines, we all know who's gonna get the blame, don't we huh?
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(Repeat Chorus)
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There's so many people, condemning me
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They're just trying to dictate, tell me what to think
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Well I don't need your prayers, I don't need your write-ups
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And I don't need your putdowns, so just go and mess with someone else's life will ya?
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(Repeat Chorus)
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(Too Much) Confusion
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