The day started again the same
Old new playing on the news
War is entering its tenth year
The economy is dead as ever
Again they show the towers fall
Never forget never forgive
Been nine years since the time
Suicide murder they committed
And now on to important news
Prince is marrying girl next door
When's the wedding can we go
Don't know anyone who gives a damn
Look at this the disgrace
Coming from Hollywood
Dating him dating her
Again who cares I sure don't
And now the weather always right
Rain again in the forecast
Better find my old raincoat
Always right yeah whatever
I shoulda known better than that
Saying it all along
Never important is real news
In the land of popularity
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Sean Arseo
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