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JACK JOHNSON
And by the way You know that hope will make you strange Make you blink, make you blink Make you sink It will make you afraid of change Enough to blame the box with the view of the world And the walls that fill the frame I turn it up But then I turn it off Because I can't stand When they start to talk about The hurting and killing Whose shoes are we feeling The damage and ruin And the things that we're doing Gotta We gotta stop We gotta turn it all off We gotta rewind Start it up again Because we fell across the fall line Ain't nothing sacred anymore Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Somebody saw him jump Yeah, but nobody saw him slip I guess he lost a lot a hope And then he lost a grip And now he's lying in the freeway In the middle of this mess Guess we lost another one, just like the other one Optimistic, hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit The things that kept him wanted more 'Til he finally reached the core He feel across the fall line Ain't nothing sacred anymore Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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