| Pushing all the buttons
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| Trying to come to something
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| Flying with his feet on the ground
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| Full of dreams and visions
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| In a world of indecision
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| He ain’t around to be pushed around
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| Been a long time coming on — take a look at him now
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| And the days of if are gone — 'cause he’s showing us how
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| Knowledge fuels the mind of the few
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| In a way that no — one’s found
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| Brave new answers screaming the truth
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| And the techno wins the crown
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| Micro-kid with mega-thoughts
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| He is real, he is here, he is fashionable
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| Micro-kid speaks digitalk
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| If you hear what he says it’s acceptable
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| Generating square waves
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| While computing new games
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| Finally gets the chips off his back
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| A smile is on his face
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| Erasing every trace
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| Of doubt that plagues the rest of the pack
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| And his brain stores memories — no alternatives could come in He’s the living remedy — times are better than they were then
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| Knowledge fuels the mind of the few
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| In a way that no-one's found
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| Brave new answers screaming the truth
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| And the techno wins the crown
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