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I get tired, and upset
And I'm trying to care a little less
When I Google I only get depressed
I was taught to dodge those issues, I was told

Don't worry, there's no doubt
There's always something to cry about
And when you're stuck in an angry crowd
They don't think what they say
Before they open their mouths

You gotta

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say, what the people may say 'bout me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back, don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whisperers say 'cause they whisper too loud for me

Hot topic
Maybe I should drop it
It's a touchy subject
And I like to tiptoe round the ship going down

You got a penny, but no pound
So if your business is running out
It's not my business to talk about
But they don't think what they say
Before they open their mouths

You gotta

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say, what the people may say 'bout me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back, don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whisperers say 'cause they whisper too loud for me

(It's just to test your ability
Let's count from one to infinity
Don't rock the boat, gotta let it be
Gotta let it go-o-o-o-o-o)

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Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say, what the people may say 'bout me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back, don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whisperers say 'cause they whisper too loud for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah