| They are dumb, misunderstood
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| We’d eat our young if they tasted good
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| We’d both trade places if we could
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| They have their calls
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| We have our phones
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| We live in malls, they build their homes
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| Both full of blood, both full of bones
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| Concrete kingdoms, cut down trees
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| Stinging, ringing, swarms of bees
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| Brings the people to their knees
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| We show love when we kiss
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| They make love in the wilderness
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| But still it’s people that don’t impress
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| Now there’s one thing I’ll say to you
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| People are animals, too
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| Now there’s one thing I know as such
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| Well, people don’t impress me much
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| Concrete kingdoms, cut down trees
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| Stinging, ringing, swarms of bees
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| Brings the people to their knees
|
| We show love when we kiss
|
| They make love in the wilderness
|
| But still it’s people that don’t impress
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| Now there’s one thing I’ll say to you
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| People are animals, too
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| Now there’s one thing I know as such
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| Well, people don’t impress me much
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| People, (people), people, (people), people
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| Don’t impress me much
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| People, (people), people, (people), people
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| Don’t impress me much
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| People, (people), people, (people), people
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| Don’t impress me much
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| People, (people), people, (people), people
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| Now there’s one thing I’ll say to you
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| People are animals, too
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| Now there’s one thing I know as such
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| People, people, people
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| Don’t impress me much |