(Yeah, mother fuckers
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Keep the fucking doors set
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What
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Put your fucking hands down!)
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As I sit and listen to a kid you clearly influenced
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I text and say I'm glad that you're my friend (yay!)
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Then leave another perfect time show, feeling inspired and powerful
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"The Ghost of Corporate Future" in my head (my fucking head!)
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And as I count the ways that I've said "fuck you" to the man
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I don't care who thinks that I've sold out or not
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Since going barefoot I feel better
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That Regina fucking Spektor is a name I'll never be ashamed to drop (Go Regina!)
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I saw that little weirdo walk into the open mic, sit down shyly at the piano and then start (Wow!)
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Singing songs we'll start to knowing, silly, sad and so mind blowing
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They were undeniably straight from the heart (Right from the heart!)
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And the music
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It doesn't change
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No, songs remain the same
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Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
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Yeah, the music
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It doesn't change
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No, songs remain the same
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Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
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I have a friend named Eva, seventeen
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She's a soprano, she sings opera with a voice that makes me cry (cry!)
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But she sings in competitions and the kids at school give her shit
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I wish that she could sit back and close her eyes (eyes!)
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And feel the vibration of her voice inside her chest without worrying about who thinks that--who thinks who's the best
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While at time when there are people who think that it's not enough and there are people who think that I've went too far (too far!)
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All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal
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And I traded in my meds for a guitar
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There's so much depression nowadays in adolescents
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And with all the social pressure that makes sense
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But music shouldn't be the problem
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Music should be the solution
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And only a positive experience (experience!)
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Because the music
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It doesn't change
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No, the songs remain the same
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Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening
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No, the music
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It doesn't change
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No, the songs remain the same
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Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening (tell 'em!)
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I have a friend named Johnny D
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His band is Tin Tree Factory
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Everything he does is gold to me
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And it's on archive.org for free
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Yes!
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W-W-W-DOT-A-R-C-H-I-V-E-DOT-O-R-G
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I like sittin' on the floor watchin' Johnny play
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On his knees, on a carpet
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Not on a stage
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In front of a fire, in a living room
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Cozy and warm full of potluck food
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But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge
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I'd be glad that you knew Johnny too (Johnny!)
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His songs are smart, important, brave
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Wanting that to myself would be totally lame (lame!)
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I don't claim to be Regina's only true fan
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Just because I knew her way back when
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And if you think Cat Stevens couldn't be my god
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'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude
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I bought all his albums
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I listened, I cried
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Teaser and the Firecat changed my life
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I painted a firecat on my jean jacket
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Drew "Peace Train"s on my homework packet
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I'm still listening to "The Wind (of my Soul)"
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And I'm a hard headed woman, so I've been told
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Yeah, music's just sound
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We're just ears
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Why are you affected by what who hears
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If Michael Jackson's hits make him less sacred
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Then you taking your clothes off makes me less naked
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When what each preach, I'll make it or break it
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Do you wanna abstain? (Uh, no.)
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Repeat after me
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You can like what you like
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You can like what you like
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And let them like what they like
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And let them like what they like
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You can like what you like
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You can like what you like
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And let them like what they like
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And let them like what they like
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Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-shaka-boom
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Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-boom-boom
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(And they, and they...
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Like, like...
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Like it!)
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I love you, Mikey!
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Zero Or A Zillion
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Kimya Dawson |