| Well they divided up all the land
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| And we’ve got states and cities
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| Cities have their neighborhoods
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| And more subdivisions
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| There’s countries divided by walls
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| Oceans and latitudes
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| And longitude, longing to find out
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| Just what they’re missing
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| They’re lots of area codes
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| And nine digit zip codes
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| Secret decoder ring codes
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| Arteries, shopping nodes
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| We’ll invent some new computers
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| Link up the global village
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| And get ap, upi, and reuters
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| To tell everybody the news
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| We’ll be one happy neighborhood
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| Spread out across the world
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| But who’s going to stop that burglar
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| From breaking in my house
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| If he lives that far away
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| We’ll be just like old friends
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| No means to your ends
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| The police state is to busy
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| And the neighborhood’s getting out of hand
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| It’s not about my politics
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| Something happened way too quick
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| A bunch of men who played it sick
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| They divide, conquer
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| It’s all here before your eyes
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| Safety is a big disguise
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| That hides among the other lies
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| They divide, conquer
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| Well i expect i won’t be heard
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| Because my silence is assured
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| Never a discouraging word
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| They divide and conquer
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| They divide and conquer |