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From the west coast, to the East coast
From the southlands, to Chica-go,
You know baby I ain't ever made it on my own.
I met a ton of kids, from a thousand shows
And I never once, listened to the radio

It's not the same old song, of a life, that’s gone wrong
We're aiming at destruction of us all.
Why must we always seem to disagree,
The same problems effect you and me
Just do what you're told, and buy what you're sold!

*Why can't we sleep?
The same conversations are haunting me
It's not just a dream, put me to sleep

No ones to blame, we're all the same
Just different situations and different names
Why must we always seem to disagree,
The same problems effect you and me.
Just do what you're told, and buy what you're sold!

*Why Can't we sleep?
The same conversations are haunting me.
It's not just a dream, put me to sleep.