| We paint the future from this bedroom
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| With lots of progress; |
| cold and heartless
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| And nothing lives, just twitches and moves
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| It’s all synthetic, but it’s all we’ve got
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| Thousands of wires
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| Spread through the halls
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| Thousands of eyes
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| Live in our walls
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| And now they can see just what we’ve done, oh no
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| Now they can see what we’ve become
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| Ba-dum, ba-dum-bum
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| Ba-dum, ba-dum-bum
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| Ba-dum, ba-dum-bum
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| Ba-dum, ba-dum-bum
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| Ba-dum, ba-dum-bum
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| Ba-dum, ba-dum-bum
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| Ba-dum, ba-dum-bum
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| Ba-dum, ba-dum-bum
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| No sun, just radiation here
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| Get it by the lungful
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| No time, no way to count the years
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| Except by creaking sounds in your bones
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| (Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!) (Ah!)
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| (No, no no! No no!) (NO!) (Whoa, no no!)
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| (AUGH) (Aah!) (No no no, no)
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| (AUGH! No no, no) (NO!)
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| (God dammit)
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| They’ve got your name, they’ve got your number
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| They’ve got your hopes, your dreams, your future
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| They’ve got your loved ones by the throat
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| And soon enough they’ll let you know
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| And I’ve learned enough to keep my mouth shut (We've though too much;
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| said nothing)
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| I’ve learned enough to watch my back (We've heard it all; there’s nothing new)
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| And I’ve learned enough to become wallpaper (We've seen the way to our undoing)
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| And blend in with the cracks (And the way to yours as well)
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| Ten thousand lines run from our minds
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| And ten thousand plans spread from our hands
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| And now we can see just what we’ve done, oh no
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| And now we can see what we’ve become, oh no
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| And now we can see just where we stand |