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I met some lost people like me
Who walk looking to the ground
As if there were solutions on our tennis
Orange t-shirts become us blind
There's a stupid cube in the living room
Which insists on selling me empty dreams
Come back at eight and a half, young model
My nightmares are black and white, at least
His mommy asked him to keep the toys
So he decided to become a bully punk
Another boy bought metal CDs
To show in the school he wasn't gay
Pop and beer, they think they are great
And they sing bizarre songs loudly in the school
Paul wants to die and someone wants to sell his sister
To get money to buy a new video game
It's morning. I'm in the arms of Morpheus
Because I spent my night listening to music
My parents want a job and happiness for me
But I want to know why they want these things
I know that Jesus Christ saves
But he couldn't on trainee salaries
I wrote this lyric and I played basketball
Apart from that, my day was terrible
Has the world changed or have I changed?
Has the world changed or have I changed?
