All the music is, is Organized Noise,
Most the time all you hear playin' it is boys,
Just give this girl a chance to sing out her heart,
She'll put it all together, don't you tear it apart.

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'Cause that's all it is,

Organized Noise,

Yeah, that's all it is,

Organized Noise.

And the patterns on your dress are just organized stains,
Cells in your head are just organized brains,
Just give this girl a chance to sing out her heart,
She'll put it all together, don't you tear it apart.

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Well the clouds on around Saturn are just organized rings,
Well the wires on my guitars are just organized strings,
Just give this girl a chance to sing out her heart,
She'll put it all together, don't you tear it apart.

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