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We Gotta Be

from Exhibit A by The Printing Press

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Lyrics that were originally meant to be somewhat political became an absolutely ridiculous tune that makes absolutely no sense. The best kind. Enjoy!

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The water's cold, but I can see.
The sun is golden.
What are we?

If anybody speaks out loud,
Will they be heard above the crowd?

We gotta be.
We gotta see.
We gotta be.
We gotta see.

Yeah!

Ow!

The seat is hot, but I can spell.
My mind is not a wishing well.

We're standing on our burning decks:
The rope we tie around our necks.

We gotta go.
We gotta know.
We gotta go.
We gotta know.

The fire burning orange, blue, and pink;
A wire trapping those who try to think.
The way of life surrounding you and me
Will soon become a lock without a key.

The sky is bright, but I can dream
I know it isn't what it seems.

The water's cold, but I can see.
The sun is golden.
What are we?

We gotta go.
We gotta know.
We gotta see, ooh.
We gotta be.

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from Exhibit A, released September 14, 2007
Written by Jonathan Bright & Jeff Hume
Piano & Vocals: Jonathan Bright
Piano, Vocals & Yelling: Jeff Hume

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