They say turn the bright lights on
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And there you'll find the truth
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Here, open up this book
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And now you'll find the proof
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It feels like a can of worms
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Keep the lid on tight, and they say
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Don't let it get too bright
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Don't let it get too bright
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Don't let it get too bright
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No, not this time
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They tell me it takes sorrow, boy
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To help you feel the joy
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They say it takes poverty
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To let you love a toy
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Now you can't have the good
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Until you've shared the bad
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Don't let it get too sad
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Don't let it get too sad
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Don't let it get too sad
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No, not this time, time
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They say it takes hardship, boy
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To let you love the rest
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Sometimes underneath the load
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Is where I show my best
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Go, put your work clothes on
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Go and leave your mark
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And they say
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Don't let it get too dark
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Don't let it get too dark
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Don't let it get too dark
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No, not this time
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Pleas
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Widespread Panic |