| Take off, little winged creature
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| It’s nothing but teens in ravines
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| And antics on concrete down here
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| And are you really as free as all the great songs would have me believe?
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| Let me tell you why some day, birdie, you’re gonna envy me
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| Some dream of a world written in lines of code
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| Well, I hope they engineer out politics, romance, and edifice
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| Two outta three ain’t bad
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| Some envision a state governed by laws of business
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| Merger and acquisition instead of violence on nations
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| Where do I sign up?
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| Take off, little winged creature
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| It’s nothing but fallen debris, strollers, and babies down here
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| And you may be up in the sky
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| But our paradigms are just as deep and just as wide
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| What with all our best attempts at transcendence
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| Something’s bound to take
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| Soon, we’ll live in a global culture devoid of gender or race
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| There’s just one tiny line:
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| You’re either born behind or you’re free to peek inside
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| Life as just narrative, metadata in aggregate
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| Where the enigma of humanity’s wrapped up finally
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| That, as they say, is that
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| Oh, that day can’t come soon enough
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| It’ll be so glorious
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| When they finally find out what’s bugging us |