Daily View lyrics

I wake up in the morning and John gimme a hug It’s a good thing, you know, but not to be on the news Our lives are being written Every day (on the pages) On the Daily View Daily View Misses Dita raised alone her five kids (Misses Dita raised alone her five kids) But a futile party may have more page views (But a futile party may have more views) Oh, we need more love More empathy Not only stupid headlines Words without content But it’s not late a new day is just beginning Make it better with good tidings before it’s too late Our lives are being written Every day (with the question) Why a lot of, a lot of, a lot of news? Change your view!