| Kids on a simple plan
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| Doesn’t phase them from the outside looking in
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| Straight, no attention span
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| Little monkeys in a straight line, oh, no sins
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| When you break it all down and mesmerize your eyes
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| In the end it’s all barely justified
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| Shame, never any shame
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| And who is there to blame
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| For the simulation craze
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| Waste, no more time to waste
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| We’ll give 'em just a taste
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| 'Cause the world is like a disc that’s on repeat
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| Go try and replicate
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| Let the eyes behind the camera show your skin
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| They whisper secretly
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| Little monkeys in a straight line, oh, no sins
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| When you break it all down and mesmerize your eyes
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| In the end it’s all barely justified
|
| Shame, never any shame
|
| And who is there to blame
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| For the simulation craze
|
| Waste, no more time to waste
|
| We’ll give 'em just a taste
|
| 'Cause the world is like a disc that’s on repeat
|
| When you break it all down and mesmerize your eyes
|
| In the end it’s all barely justified
|
| Shame, never any shame
|
| And who is there to blame
|
| For the simulation craze
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| Waste, no more time to waste
|
| We’ll give 'em just a taste
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| 'Cause that’s high below your fingertips
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| Shame, never any shame
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| And who is there to blame
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| 'Cause the world is like a disc that’s on repeat |