The condition is so crushing as if all the world is crashing
All the world comes crashing, world comes crashing down on me
The news is a distorted view through someone else's glasses
Reprinted for the masses and so I killed my TV
And are you the type to let yourself get scared
We all go swimming naked, or at least strip to our underwear
Am I the type to miss you when I'm gone
Well I guess it won't be that long
Driving to strange places
Seeing even stranger faces and am
I the type to let myself complain
Everything's so foreign and so
I plug my guitar into a broken amplifier
I am happy, I am sane and I am growing every day
In every single way
And I'm already gone
And I'm feeling so free
I will sing my victory song
AWOOHOOHOO!
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