Good news in the morning
Bad news at night
These mixed signals
Are what give me a fright
A baby was born
Five people now dead
I feel as if they are messing
With my head
I try to filter out
The nonsense
The positive
I have to help myself out
For good is good
For bad is bad
One can only believe
Half of what's said
Because chances are
The stories
Are only half read
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