| These endless isles of commercial piles
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| With millions of items for miles and miles
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| Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy
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| I can’t help but wonder
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| Somewhere in this place are we all just on display
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| And everywhere I see machines spewing out
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| Our violated dreams and
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| And finally I cannot breathe
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| I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
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| I steer clear of my peers
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| Stampeding humans are everywhere
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| Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy
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| I can’t help but wonder
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| Somewhere in this place are we all just on display
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| And everywhere I see machines spewing out
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| Our violated dreams and
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| And finally I cannot breathe
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| I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
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| Who will hear me?
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| And everywhere I see machines spewing out
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| Our violated dreams and
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| And finally I cannot breathe
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| I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
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| And everywhere this factory
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| Just goes on
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| Into eternity and
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| I know I’ve fallen in too deep
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| I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
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| Who will hear me? |