| I’ve been ordered here for a purpose
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| Due to my experience from a career in the service
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| To all appearances, I’m merely a person
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| But there are circuits concealed in the surface
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| But nobody’s perfect, not even mine
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| I can see the fear she’s feeling inside
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| But can’t quite empathise with the reason she is crying
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| But I don’t need to deal with it, my priority
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| Is reaching the scene of the crime, high-rise horror scene
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| I’m only even here to provide quality, authority
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| On whatever unfolded on this property
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| So once I told it to the SWAT, I’ll see what subtletly I can reveal
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| And employ in my appeal
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| To the android with whom I’m gonna have to deal
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| Seems antisocial but on closer inspection
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| There’s definitely some personal connection
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| Whether he was turned due to hurt or rejection
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| There’s a little girl needing urgent protection
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| Who doesn’t deserve this aggression, now for me
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| To be stepping out to the penthouse balcony
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| Ow, did he really fire a round at me? |
| Ding!
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| How could he think it’d help anything?
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| Now, we’re really in a painful conundrum
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| I’m gonna begin with a straightforward introduction
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| I’m Connor
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| Would you do me the honour of stepping off the ledge?
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| No, not the edge, are you off your head?
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| He’s gotten scared, had enough and said if we stepped any closer
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| They’d be dropping dead, fate hanging by a cotton thread
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| Or a copper wire or it might be fibre-optic
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| I am trying to inquire into what has got his clock ticking
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| But there isn’t time for the whys and the whats
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| This is life on the line and it’s my job to stop this
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| It’s not a trick you can fix with a drop kick
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| Clifftop, cliffhanger, logic that is toxic
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| It’s rock solid but he’s standing on a rock cliff
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| So no SWAT longshot’s gonna stop this
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| No sudden change of heart from a soft kiss
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| No M. Night Shyamalan shock plot twist
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| This is an uncommon situation, I do not wish
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| That one of my songs had a really big drop, shh
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| If only things could have been different
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| If only things could have been different
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| If only
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| If I’d have just listened better, I could have sussed this in a second
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| The blood dripping on the dresser couldn’t have been any fresher
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| I guess I must have given into the pressure
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| But luckily, I’ve been given a little refresher
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| To experiment and test a different method
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| To better fix the dilemma enveloping us at present
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| Getting under the desk and then I pick up a weapon
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| Then getting under the skin of this particular specimen
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| Non-citizen, he’s never been convicted a felon
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| So I must sift through the evidence
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| When predicting his temperament
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| Then commit to whatever decision that I’ve eventually given
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| As if I was there with the kid
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| And I’m staring into his retinas with her
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| Even thinking it’s making me shiver
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| And if we mess it up, how could the parents ever forgive us?
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| For such a deadly decision
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| We must be there with precision and from every position
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| It’s a roulette and this could go so many ways
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| Head spinning like a set of helicopter rotor blades
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| If there’s a God, then God just wrote a play
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| Is it a comedy or tragedy? |
| We’ve got to know today
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| There’s no escape, no doctor note or stay of leave
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| No hope and pray, you’ve got to vote remain
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| If you don’t then the shot will blow your brain
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| So rough, the shockwave will mean you’ll suffer loads of pain
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| So, look the other way, oh, just a little late
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| Pulled back my elbow and then I stuck it in your face
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| Look, I’ll do whatever stuff the predicament takes
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| Just to make the guarantee that our abductee is safe
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| Is this the fall of mankind?
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| Nah, I hear this all the damn time
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| Androids are the people with the cellphones
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| Talking to the humans who would tell them, «Call the land line»
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| Can high artificial intelligence
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| Really be aware if it is committing a deadly sin?
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| Or is it synthetic and it is merely pretending to think?
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| Whether it is or isn’t, their existence can end in a blink
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| In the end it doesn’t matter, flesh and metal are another matter
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| And I guess it’s just another chapter
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| In the neverending epic of connected interaction
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| That ascend from elements and chemicals up into passion
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| If only things could have been different
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| If only things could have been different
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| If only |