Driving home, staring, utter boredom
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Are you really listening?
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Say "yes" or "no" in all the right places
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Now your eyes are blistering
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Are these things of fascination
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Or are they just chatter?
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Will you have to slap my face
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To find out that you matter?
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I saw fighting on the sidewalk
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She was down and crying
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As he punched her in the mouth
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Her fingers white with prying
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Then he took his crash helmet
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And smashed in her friend's cheekbone
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Yes you can stop I think she heard you
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I think she's got your message
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Though it's not the friendliest of conversation
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Violence demands your participation
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And now you're watching as it sweeps the nation under
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Are You Listening
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| The Odds |
