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I wanna write a song About some things that bother me But I can find no words To write those things the way I feel And there's too much to write about, I don't know where to start I don't know where to end I wouldn't be the first And I would certainly not be the last Who'd write some critic lines about some things that might have passed I'd only waste my time Because I've got better things to do Maybe I'll ask you Are you satisfied? Are you? Can you sleep at night? Can you? From Letras Mania