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In the
halls of a lonely home a song echoed
but none would know. It bounced
across the street with a pickup
line and a catchy beat. It moved
across the seas; it made believe
it was a need. No one questioned
if it' s wrong it was just
a simple song. It was just a simple
song. One, two it' s onto you
its spreading its notes busts down
your door. Get in on time, it' s
been here for years, just a monster
spreading friendly fears. It eats
up all your trust you' ve got
no need for reasons to love, No
need to catch the beat when it' s
hitting you on the head.
Please
mister give me your headphones you
see I haven' t had my fill
today.
It came
through the window all through the
homes of those we know. It has artillery
of mass belief; makes such a scene.
It grew up to its size, no compromise
just a way of life. You never questioned
if it' s wrong it' s just
a simple song. One, two it' s
onto you its spreading its notes
busts down your door. Get in on
time, it' s been here for years,
just a monster spreading friendly
fears. It eats up all your trust
you' ve got no need for reasons
to love, No need to catch the beat
when it' s hitting you on the
head.
Please
mister give me your headphones you
see I haven' t had my fill
today.
When
it hits you won' t know, It
infects but don' t show, you
simple-minded citizens are now the
host. When it get to your throat,
there' s no screaming to stop.
Don' t fight it man, scream
it out loud, it' s starting
to grow. Hitting you on the head.
Please
mister give me your headphones you
see I haven' t had my fill
today.
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