If you carry some spare change
Throw it all away
In a wishing well
It's not worth selling yourself to wall street
And it seems
That's it's not even worth it to dream
But hell, a dream is what we need
The end of the world is near
I can feel it and it's here
But what have we really learned
Throught the ages and the years?
That it's not even worth fighting for
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