| After sunrise when they put their faces on
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| They compose and find themselves
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| In their instant milk coffees
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| Driving in a plastic seated omnibus
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| Plastic people’s parade’s moving
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| Slowly to the void, to the void
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| They have tinkered up their own philosophies
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| Daring not to think too much
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| Pretending to be cool
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| Never mind, there might be a deeper sense
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| Cracking silly jokes for idiots
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| Living in their trash, in their trash
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| Hey you plastic people
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| Proud, please keep flexible
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| Where do you go when your time is gone
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| What will you do if the day has come now
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| A plastic pachyderm could be their president
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| Lying pamphlets for the people
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| Would influence their choice
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| When it’s dark, just might see their private moon
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| Looking like a curry sausage
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| On a plastic spoon, plastic spoon
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| Hey you plastic people
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| Proud, please keep flexible
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| Where do you go when your time is gone
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| What will you do if the day has come
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| What will you do
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| What will you do
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| What will you do |