Pack Up

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

When you're stuck in angry crowd

They don't think what they say

Before they open their mouth

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 about me

Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag

Don't worry about the cavalries

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

We got no penny, no pound

So if your business is running out

It's not my business to talk about

They don't think what to say

Before they open their mouth

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 about me

Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag

Don't worry about the cavalries

I don't care what the whisperers say

'Cause they whisper too loud for me

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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 about me

Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag

Don't worry about the cavalries

I don't care what the whisperers say

'Cause they whisper too loud for me

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