| Hey you, I’m up from the bayou
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| Where wildlife runs free
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| You could say that I’m country
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| But let me tell you what I see
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| Your world is plastic
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| Can see through to the other side
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| Your cities are made of wood
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| Antiques are what you’ve got inside
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| Houses are paper but folks don’t hear a word you say
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| Friendship’s like acid
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| It burns, burns, burns as it slides away
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| So you see, my patience is growin' thin
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| With this synthetic world we’re livin' in
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| The word imitation is goin' cross the nation
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| What’s real has become a freak
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| Someone’s tryin' to make me weak
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| Strange initials to keep me blind
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| Psychedelic music to blow my mind
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| So you see, my patience is growin' thin
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| With this synthetic world we’re livin' in
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| Spray to clear the air and its filled with spray
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| Makin' people die every day
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| Now I find I’m out of place
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| If I only have one face
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| All my friends have more than two
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| No longer must you be you
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| They found out how to transplant
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| Maybe it has, replaced can
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| So you see, my patience is growin' thin
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| With this synthetic world we’re livin' in
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| Na na na nee na na na na. |