All along, we follow blindly,
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Force fed prime-time, previewed nightly,
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Why would anybody leave the safety of their homes?
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I wonder why,
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I wonder why,
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Only disasters flood the headlines,
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Other people? misery,
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Are on for the next three hours,
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Commercial free.
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And I can? take much more of this,
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We?e all so wrapped up, in it,
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Nothing will change, but the channel,
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So I turn it off.
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I see billboards on the horizon,
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I can? imagine what they?l tell me,
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What to wear,
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What to drink,
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Where to eat,
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It? so easy not to think for yourself anymore,
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So naive,
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You don? do anything anymore.
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And I can? take much more of this,
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We?e all so wrapped up, in it,
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Nothing will change, but the channel,
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And no,
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I can? take much more of this,
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We?e all so wrapped up, in it,
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Nothing will change, but the channel...
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We all give in,
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We all complain,
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We sit and wait,
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For things to change,
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We're waiting,
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We're waiting.
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All along, we follow blindly,
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All along, we follow blindly.
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And I can? take much more of this,
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We?e all so wrapped up, in it,
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Nothing will change, but the channel,
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And no,
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I can? take much more of this,
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We?e all so wrapped up, in it,
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Nothing will change, but the channel,
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So I turn it off...
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Turn it off...
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No News Is Good News
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| A New Found Glory |
