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    Hard to put into words
    Why it feels cursed
    But something hurts
    And everybody gets a turn
    To realize what doesn't work

    But if you heard an overture
    That lifted you from where you were
    Could you believe in something new
    Echoing through the avenues?

    Maybe the only cure, it is a chemical
    Here's to hoping it works
    And for a little more
    Here's an overture

    How we gonna get back to the good times?
    How we gonna get back to the place where we felt so alive?
    How we gonna get back to it?

    And when it gets too big to try fix it on your own
    In every crowded room you find that you are all alone
    All of them are swimming and you're sinking like a stone
    And every song you hear is just a version of the old

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    Maybe the only cure, it is a chemical
    Here's to hoping it works
    And for a little more
    Here's an overture

    How we gonna get back to the good times?
    How we gonna get back to the place where we felt so alive?
    How we gonna get back to it?

    Out in the crowd there is just one pulse
    It beats to the rhythm of the kick drum
    Everyone shouting loud in one voice
    Here's to making new noise

    Out in the crowd there is just one pulse
    It beats to the rhythm of the kick drum
    Everyone shouting loud in one voice
    Here's to making new noise
    Maybe this is all there is

    This is how we get back to the good times
    This is how we get back to the place where we felt so alive
    This is how we get back to it

    Here's to making new noise

    Here's to making new noise

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    Composition: Matthew James MacDonald

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