| Floodlights shine from motion detectors
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| They know that we’re out here, they know that we’re out here
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| The truth is a minefield and they’re the defectors
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| They know that we’re out here
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| Beyond the frame and outside the margins
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| Don’t know where we’re going but I know that we’re gone
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| We scour the city, the streets and the gardens
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| And everything’s wrong
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| The captains of industry are driving us home
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| Selling us lies, tapping our phone
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| Shaking us down and we don’t even know it
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| If you want real love, show it
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| Some people got luck, some people got money
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| Some people get stuck, a stick in the spokes
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| If you got nothing they look at you funny
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| Oh, this ain’t a joke
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| The captains of industry are driving us home
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| Selling us lies, tapping our phone
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| Shaking us down and we don’t even know it
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| If you want real love, show it |