| Oh I’m so tired of the blogging, yeah, I’m so tired of them bothering
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| This think come all the generation is born of life of constant longing
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| Yeah, I’m so tired of opinions and all the shadow aquitation
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| I call the local weather station, it’s raining bullsheet through the nation
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| So go, get far, it comes a message from an empty heart
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| Go, get far, twitter, twitter, little star
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| Plastic faces, plastic words
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| We’re all living in our plastic world
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| And we are caught in mud
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| Plastic faces, plastic food
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| God would sure misunderstood
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| A home in this plastic world
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| This is a world with people starving
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| Young people dying, bombs are falling
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| We do our party conversations
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| About make-up and foundations
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| And all this talk about the fashion
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| Is such a western life obsession
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| Who’s in, who’s out, who bloody cares?
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| I just close my eyes and disappear
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| So go, get far, it comes a message from an empty heart
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| Go, get far, twitter, twitter, little star
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| Plastic faces, plastic words
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| We’re all living in our plastic world
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| And we are caught in mud
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| Plastic faces, plastic food
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| God would sure misunderstood
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| A home in this plastic world
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| In this plastic world
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| In this plastic world
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| (In this plastic world)
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| Plastic faces, plastic words
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| We’re all living in our plastic world
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| (And we are caught in mud)
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| Plastic faces, plastic food
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| God would sure misunderstood
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| (A home) in this plastic world
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| In this plastic world |