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Cake - Open Book
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Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through chicken mcnuggets
Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through chicken mcnuggets
Shut the f___ up
Shut the f___ up
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Shut the f___ up
Now now
Learn to buck up
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavyy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Shut the f___ up
Shut the f___ up
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Shut the f___ up
Now now
Learn to buck up
Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets
Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets
Shut the f___ up
All right
Ok
I don't wanna,
I don't wanna hear it
That's right
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
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Anastacia : I do
Who are they anyway
With their sticks and stones
Don't they know that we know?
There's a chill within their bones
They blame and they mame
Make us feel so cold inside
But they cannot take us there cause we will fight
I think the-
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world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
Chorus:
Who wants a love without anger and rage?
I do
Who wants a world where a kid can be safe?
I do
Who-
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wants to pray for the end of the pain
For the calm at the end of the day
Where there's not always more of the same
I do
Wanna breathe
Wanna move
and not ever feel afraid
Wanna live in a place
Where the truth still find....
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