| Show me the way
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| Back to good old days
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| When we were only butterflies
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| And all we did was play
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| Our senses have been numbed
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| We can’t enjoy the taste
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| Cause everyone’s been digitized
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| But no one will be safe
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| The artist and the athlete
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| The stripper and the priest
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| Policeman and the poet
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| The kids down on the street
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| We all thought we found paradise in the
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| Palm of our hand
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| But all they found in the future was
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| Circuits in the sand
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| Bathed in blue light
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| Two lovers under cover
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| Suckin' on their screens
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| They forgot about each other
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| Sunrise forever paralyzed
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| In flowing finger streams
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| Forgot how to fantasize
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| Forgot how to dream
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| The teachers and the students
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| The Christians and the Jews
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| The janitors, the warriors
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| The geniuses, the fools
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| We all thought we found paradise in the
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| Palm of our hand
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| But all they found in the future were
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| Circuits in the sand
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| I’m trying to remember
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| How it felt to be alive
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| I’m trying to remember
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| The last time I went outside
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| I’m mesmerized and hypnotized
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| Distracted endlessly
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| Trying to remember any
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| Good it’s done for me
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| The donkeys and the elephants
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| The Beatles and The Stones
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| The skinheads and the street punks
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| Everybody’s on their phones
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| They all thought they found paradise in the
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| Palm of their hands
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| But all they found in the future were
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| Circuits in the sand
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| So take me to your telescope and
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| Point me to the void
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| Save me from the ones and zeros
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| Before it all gets destroyed
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| Poisoned by the power in the
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| Palm of our hand
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| And all they found in the future were
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| Circuits in the sand |