| I can’t deny it all my life
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| It’s just the token of my eyes
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| Something you would try
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| For the best in the obscene, You just look on your
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| TV screen to pass away the while
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| It doesn’t matter if you’re red, black
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| Or in the sack… I’ve got my grip, I’ve got a hold
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| Nothing ties them down like prime time
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| In Hi-Fi… and now it’s getting old
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| People stop and stare…
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| Here, there, and everywhere
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| They’ve got the blueprints for life
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| And if we’re pretending the world is ending
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| Then you’ll be fictionized
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| So stop the human drive
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| The fierce power switching on
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| The ripe adolescent light
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| It terminates in 5
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| The people standing in the lines have seen
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| The film a million times their pocket full of dimes
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| And so unless it is for free you’ll spin the country
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| On it’s side to be intensified
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| People stop and stare…
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| Here, there, and everywhere
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| They’ve got the blueprints for life
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| And if we’re pretending the world is ending
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| You’ll be fictionized
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| It’s on this TV
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| It’s on that TV
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| It’s on your TV
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| It’s on my TV
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| It’s on his TV
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| It’s on her TV
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| It’s on this TV
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| It’s on your TV screen
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| And if we’re pretending the world is ending
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| Then you’ll be fictionized |