| Enough searching to know that we’ve lost ourselves
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| In our slot machines, shotguns, and strip malls
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| Baby, your technology’s so slick and functional
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| And me without my nuclear arsenal
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| And if I could kill without guilt or sin
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| There’d soon be a few less record executives
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| And if I could kill and receive forgiveness
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| There’d sure as hell be one less President
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| There’s got to be a pill for forgiveness
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| There’s got to be a trigger for happiness
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| Automatic sensory remote control
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| Weather satellites manipulate your soul
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| Efficiently, without a modicum of grace
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| I want to go out with a smile on my face
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| I want to go out with a smile on my face…
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| I want to go out…
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| I want to go |