| I’ve become so tired
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| Of the blurring lines
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| Take away all control
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| They’re just selling lies
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| We live what they conspire
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| We’re just wasted lives
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| Make sure you take control
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| Of your mind
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| Content provider, nonetheless wiser
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| Recycled sources insiders regurgitating their own vomit
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| There’s only ever one constant
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| They’re liars, bone deposits hidden in the closet
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| High powered lawyers are hired
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| You have the right to remain quiet …
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| Blackmail with green cash in a white wallets
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| Blue collars living off grid in a cottage
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| Where the media reporters are childish
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| Cellos, keyboards and violins
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| There’s no surprises, nobody’s smiling, there wilding
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| Soft disclosure, providing a cushion for hard exposure
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| Snake Eyes told you GI Joe lost to Cobra
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| Randolph Hearst a Media Mogul
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| Talkin' to Rupert saying;
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| «I told you to handle the scandal like you supposed to «Tell me what you got in mind?
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| Besides fabricated paradigms
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| On second thought
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| I don’t have the time!
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| No evidence supports what they find
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| Jedi minds, look’em in the 3rd eye
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| And hypnotise, worldwide, with more lies!
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| And 1 by 1
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| They beat the drum
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| Don’t fall in line
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| And 1 by 1
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| They beat the drum
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| Don’t fall in line
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| «Are you talented… yeah»
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| «Are they interested… depends what you share»
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| «Are you sensitive… only when it comes to my career»
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| I prefer my peace and my quiet, cooler hands prevail put out fires,
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| transition from performer to writer, as an artist I’ll never retire,
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| but as a man I made a decision to fade away back to the islands,
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| in a small hut, grow my own vegetables horticulture and such, this frickin'
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| media is just too much, I’ll disappear in yellow submarine below the ocean like
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| Ed Snowden, then return with after the planet flip over, I’ll rage against the
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| machine and disappear like Zach, make a impact, then exit stage right — like
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| that
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| The same ole' media game again
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| Got to be real careful what you say to them
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| They kicking dirt on ya' name again
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| If I was you I wouldn’t play wit' them
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| They only love you until they don’t have to
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| They only wanna' gain your trust — that’s how they trap you
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| 4G 5G doesn’t even matter
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| They’ll kill you with your own metadata |