Conforming on a Monday, too often and too cold. But you aren't even listening, 'cause you're just too old to feel an earthquake or too cool to even care. You aren't even listening, so why should I?
You are a natural disaster and I've wanted you too much and now I'm gonna lose. I've wanted you too much and now I've gotta choose. You're the cause of all this and I'm sick of trying to please you. And you're gonna feel my emotions coming, because you're the world.
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