| Religious iconography giving you the creeps?
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| I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek
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| The rise of the machines
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| I must admit you gave me something momentarily
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| In which I could believe
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| But the hand of harsh reality’s un-gloved
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| And it’s on its way back here to scoop you up
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| But not on my watch
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| I want to stay with you, my love
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| The way some science fiction does
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| Reflections in the silver screen of strange societies
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| Swamp monster with a hard-on for connectivity
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| The ascension of the C.R.E.A.M
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| Mass panic on a not too distant future colony
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| Quantitative easing
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| I want to make a simple point about peace and love
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| But in a sexy way where it’s not obvious
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| Highlight dangers and send out hidden messages
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| The way some science fiction does
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| The way some science fiction does
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| Got the world on a wire
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| In my little mirror, mirror on the wall
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| In the pocket of my raincoat
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| So I tried to write a song to make you blush
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| But I’ve a feeling that the whole thing
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| May well just end up too clever for its own good
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| The way some science fiction does |