Lyric
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My
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dad
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can't
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get
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out
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of
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bed
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There's
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something
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in
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his
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lungs
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I
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think
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that's
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what
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the
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doctor
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said
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I
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gotta
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leave
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for
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Paris
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now
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My
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band
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goes
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on
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at
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ten
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And
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my
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dad
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can't
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get
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out
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of
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bed
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The
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Earth
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is
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spinning
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like
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it
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Lyric
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always
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did
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The
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New
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York
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Times
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is
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publishing
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Some
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real
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important
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thing
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And
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each
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day
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when
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the
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world
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wakes
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up
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Our
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lawns
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will
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still
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be
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wet
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And
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my
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dad
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can't
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get
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out
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of
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bed
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God
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is
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really
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real
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When
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you
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really,
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really
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need
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him
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Karma
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Lyric
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just
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appears
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When
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you
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suddenly
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believe
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it
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Hear
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it
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loud
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and
|
clear
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Just
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as
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long
|
as
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it's
|
convenient
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Life's
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fuckin'
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long
|
'til
|
it
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stops
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And
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God's
|
fuckin'
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fake
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'til
|
he's
|
not
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There's
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robots
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that
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are
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way
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too
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good
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at
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art
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And
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everybody's
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sad
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now
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And
|
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Lyric
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tryna
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get
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to
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Mars
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Don't
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wanna
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hear
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your
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problems
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'Cause
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there's
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just
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one
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in
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my
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head
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And
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he
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can't
|
get
|
out
|
of
|
bed
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What
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if
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we
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could
|
break
|
you
|
out
|
tonight?
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This
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kind
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of
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thing
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happens
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to
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other
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dads
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It
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don't
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happen
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to
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mine
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I'll
|
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Lyric
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distract
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the
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doctors
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We
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could
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sneak
|
out
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with
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your
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meds
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You
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could
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come
|
along
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And
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be
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a
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roadie
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for
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the
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band
|
Come
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on,
|
dad,
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get
|
out
|
of
|
bed
|
God
|
is
|
really
|
real
|
When
|
you
|
really,
|
really
|
need
|
him
|
Karma
|
just
|
appears
|
When
|
you
|
suddenly
|
|
Lyric
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believe
|
it
|
Hear
|
it
|
loud
|
and
|
clear
|
Just
|
as
|
long
|
as
|
it's
|
convenient
|
Life's
|
fuckin'
|
long
|
'til
|
it
|
stops
|
And
|
God's
|
fuckin'
|
fake
|
'til
|
he's
|
not
|
Now
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it's
|
late,
|
I
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really
|
gotta
|
go
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We
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can't
|
face
|
our
|
feelings
|
So
|
we're
|
making
|
lots
|
of
|
jokes
|
|
Lyric
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And
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we
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won't
|
cry
|
about
|
it
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No,
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we'll
|
be
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manly
|
men
|
I
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love
|
you
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sounds
|
all
|
corny
|
So
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I
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wrote
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this
|
song
|
instead
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I'll
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sing
|
it
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for
|
you,
|
dad
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When
|
you
|
get
|
out
|
of
|
bed
|
I'll
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sing
|
for
|
you
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when
|
you're
|
out
|
of
|
bed
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