| We’re living in our units
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| And one thing we can do is
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| Work for a life without a fate
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| We don’t pay any taxes
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| But the state is the axes
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| Of our minds without love without hate
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| We have a higher order
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| No one needs to be a hoarder
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| Our society is such a glorious thing
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| In our centers we can dream of
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| Anything you never think of
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| You can’t say we are puppets on a string
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| Our minds are kept so clean
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| Checked up on a screen
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| They’re holy men, they’re saints
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| Without them we might all fail
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| We don’t know war and crime
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| Things of ancient times
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| We just see it if we put on video
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| The blue pass is for my life
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| And the red one’s for my wife
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| It’s the only thing we really need to show
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| There are still some without rules
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| But I tell you, they’re all fools
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| The Guardians will find them as we’ve seen
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| We got banks where we freeze them
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| They get new brains screwed in then
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| And act contrarily to what they have been
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| With new minds made so clean
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| Checked up on a screen
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| They will be the saints
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| Without them we might all fail
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| Guardians of our lives
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| Protect security
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| They turn the key and they step in
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| Controlling you and me
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| Guardians of our lives
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| Take care eternally
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| Puppets on a string
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| Puppets on a string
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| Puppets on a string |