| Looking for my place on assembly lines
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| Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
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| Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
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| Smoke rings blow from across the disco
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| Bank notes burn like broken equipment
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| Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
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| Thought control, ghost-written confessions
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| Two dimensions, dumb your head down
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| Duck, don’t look now, company missiles
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| Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
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| Make your dreams out of paper mache
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| Cliché wasted, hate taste-tested
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| Hell yes, now I’m moving this way, I’m doing this thing, please enjoy
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| Hell yes, now I’m turning it on, I’m working my legs
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| Hell yes, now I’m calling you out, I’m switching my plates, please enjoy
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| Hell yes, now I’m cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
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| Stretched to the limit, attention spans
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| Snap back, retract, collapse into laugh tracks
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| Noise response, applause and handclaps
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| Floodgates open to the sound of a rainbow
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| Breakin' points on the verge of pointless
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| Fools anointed to the follower’s fanfare
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| Look for the common, not superficial
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| Code Red cola? |
| War conformity crisis
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| Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
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| With magic markers running out of their ink
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| Lives in White Out, turn the lights out
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| Fax machine anthems, get your damn hands up
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| Hell yes, now I’m moving this way, I’m doing this thing, please enjoy
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| Hell yes, now I’m turning it on, I’m working my legs
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| Hell yes, now I’m calling you out, I’m switching my plates, please enjoy
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| Hell yes, now I’m cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
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| Hai
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| Yes
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| Yeah, that’s it, let me see
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| Hai
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| Yeah, that’s it, let me see
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| Yes
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| I like your bass
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| Yes
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| Your beat is nice
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| Yes
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| Hell yes
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| Hai
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| Hell yes
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| Hell yes
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| Yes
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| Hai |