| As I thumb through the tabloid
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| It appears that it distances me
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| As they’re giving us factoids
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| And pushing false narratives
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| Tell your lies
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| Shut my eyes
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| Cut the ties
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| Die, die, die
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| Fracturing the thought process
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| So progressive without showing progress
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| Wrap my mind with lies
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| To plant the seed of doubt
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| As it grows in this endless drought
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| As it transfers peer to peer
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| Tell your lies
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| Shut my eyes
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| Cut the ties
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| Die, die, die
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| Believe
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| As it transfers peer to peer
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| Wrap my mind with lies
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| To plant the seed of doubt
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| Underlying colors with agendas
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| That tell us what to think
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| Paint the picture with vivid ink
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| As the Echo-Chamber starts to shrink
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| Believe, it is real
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| As its transfers peer to peer
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| Wrap my mind with lies
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| To plant the seed of doubt |