You talk so loud, you talk so much and you talk so funny,
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But honey, what are you talkin' about ?
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Something 'bout being, being reimbursed
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For every unregistered virus.
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Drainpipes are filled up with dirty rain,
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And the leisure train is speeding in the diamond lane.
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With electricity shut off again
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Leaving the night-life only for the madmen.
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Oh my God
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They've sold Hollywood,
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Burned down my neighborhood,
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Even shot Robin Hood.
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An' oh my God,
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I guess it was never understood,
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To understand brotherhood
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Right from wrong
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And the bad from the good.
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Well, everybody's got their own smoke-screens
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With personal armies for everyone in between.
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With plastic rifles given to every team
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What a beautiful dream, even bullets have guarantees.
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An' oh my God
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They've sold Hollywood,
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Burned down my neighborhood,
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Even shot Robin Hood.
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An' oh my God,
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I guess it was never understood,
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To understand brotherhood
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Right from wrong
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And the bad from the good.
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There's the sweetest evil image detector
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As sweet as nectar, an overrated candy dispenser.
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She don't give food to eat or anybody, anyplace to sleep,
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But she can tell you, what you can and what you can't create.
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An' oh my God
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They've sold Hollywood,
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Burned down my neighborhood,
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Even shot Robin Hood.
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Oh my God,
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I guess it was never understood,
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To understand brotherhood
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Right from wrong
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And the bad from the good.
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An' oh my God
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They've sold Hollywood,
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Burned down my neighborhood,
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Even shot Robin Hood.
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An' oh my God,
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Guess it was never understood
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To understand brotherhood
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Right from wrong
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And the bad from the good.
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Hollywood
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The Wallflowers |