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ust another day. Seems like everybody's, got a problem.
And you don't know how but, we all wanna solve 'em.
And you can give a dime, give a hand, give a shit.
Or you could look away and never deal with it.

For example, this girl's pretty fly for a while gal.
And all the guys want her though she's a juvenile.
It's really kinda sad, and just don't care, cuz the only one she wants is her best friend Claire.

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What's going on, what's going on? Ready or not? (not)
The world moves on and on and on and on and on and on and on. . . yo what's going on?

There's nothing much to me. I'm simple like you, ordinary.
My tired eyes can see, that time that may fly and what's left is meant to be.

And I'm lookin' out, and you're lookin' in.
It's takin' more than time to erase the stain.
And it's never been the same.

Any city. A girl turns 17. She goes to a party.
She and her girls are drinkin' Bicardi ever since they walked through the door.
All the guys have been scopin' and flexin' trying to score.
But she's a good girl, so she won't have none of that.
She takes another sip, but she has no clue, of the spike from the G to tha H to the B.
She wakes up in the morning bruised, raped on the street.

What's going on, what's going on? Ready or not? (not)
The world moves on and on and on and on and on and on and on. . . yo what's going on?

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Your town. Every kid that you know goes to school.
He's really kinda shy and he's not that cool.
He knows what it's like to look in from the outside, inside, wants someone to confide.
Everyone's busy, no one's got the time.
He takes his dad's gun and says this is how I'll shine.

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