| It’s like somethin' just over the horizon
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| Wanna take a walk, maybe see what we can find?
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| Look long and hard, look near and far
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| Above all things, remember always look inside
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| Listen in to these words from a citizen of Earth’s surface
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| Let’s try and rewire the circuits, determine a purpose
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| Meanwhile I’m strivin' for perfect, but homie perfect takes practice
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| And I find in these days and times I’m always so damn distracted — they hit you
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| like:
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| Shop here, wear this, want this, love this, be this, buy this, buy that
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| Log in, sign up, tune in, click here, watch this, read up, write back
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| So much to know, and so many things to own
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| TV in your home and your mobile phone make sure that you’re never really alone
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| And it’s pathetic like a global epidemic, attention span so fragmented
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| So addicted to bein' connected we now gettin' updates by the second
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| Got us all time wastin' up on MySpace and Facebook
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| Prime for the takin', got the whole world hooked gettin' high on information
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| Post-generation Y babies, they call 'em the digital natives
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| Hide behind their monitors as technology kills imagination
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| Excuse my cynicism, but a world where every kid’s best friend is a computer
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| Is a system failure headed for an apathetic future
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| Just a few centuries back, they made maps of a flat world by candlelight
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| Now the whole world’s at your fingertips, mapped down to your street by
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| satellite
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| So advanced from where we started, it’s all so complexified
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| Brand names buy ad space in your mind, but they’ll never get what’s inside
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| I wasn’t there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow them
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| In this world of machines, we starvin' for oxygen
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| All I can offer is these words that I write
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| And I only give 'em what I know so I give em' what’s inside
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| Said I wasn’t there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow them
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| In this world of machines, we starvin' for oxygen
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| Where were you the day the humanity died?
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| Searchin' for signs of life to reconnect with what’s inside
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| Somewhere there’s a room full of men with suits lookin' up at rows of numbers
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| Terrified by the red in their eyes as arrows point down from the pressure
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| they’re under
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| They’re sayin' we might drown in our own greediness
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| Livin' beyond our means, chasin' dreams that we learnt off MTV Cribs
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| Look at what we did, smog fills the sky and the cars line up at the servo
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| And I can’t help but think to myself this can’t be the way it was supposed to go
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| On the nightly news, floods and bushfires, earthquakes and tidal waves
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| Temperature’s risin', armies fightin', bombs go off and sirens blaze
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| But we just tryna get by and occupy our spot on the timeline
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| So we change the channel to sex, drugs and violence programmed for prime time
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| Sit back in our chairs for some livin' room voyeurism
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| As reality TV turns all of life into a competition
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| Airbrushed magazine pages give us false idols to worship
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| Got us all so depressed that we can’t live up to picture perfect
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| Sometimes I just wanna unplug and go back to basics
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| And I wonder what my story might’a been like somewhere else in history’s pages
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| But here we stand, the sons and daughters of colonialism
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| Crossed over water just to be makin' our homes on stolen land
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| And me, I don’t know the plan, I’m just here to play my part
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| Do my thing, walk my path, talk my shit, make my mark
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| I swear I wanna make a difference from the bottom of my heart
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| But I don’t know how to fix it, man, I wouldn’t know where to start
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| So advanced from where we started, images off the production line
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| We outta touch with what’s inside
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| I wasn’t there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow them
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| In this world of machines, we starvin' for oxygen
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| All I can offer is these words that I write
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| And I only give 'em what I know so I give em' what’s inside
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| Said I wasn’t there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow them
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| In this world of machines, we starvin' for oxygen
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| Where were you the day the humanity died?
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| Searchin' for signs of life to reconnect with what’s inside |