Good news
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They ask me to pass the news,
but they hope for some good news.
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They ask for attention,
their ideas are of fiction,
if they believe that only good can come.
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They ask me to tell lies,
to make them feel better.
Although they know this is ain't right.
They ask for attention,
their ideas are of fiction,
if they believe that only good can come.
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