| With my silicone jacket and my flat glass screen
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| I got the facts and the figures
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| Typed 'em in with my fingers
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| Got to Google a question 'bout the QuickTrip’s nitrate
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| Fair it ain’t with the mud and the paint
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| You created the world
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| From the dirt to the girl
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| Impressive I’m colored so I can’t get a job
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| And I’m embarassed, I said it
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| But you can see where it’s headed
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| I want a new world and I’m gonna try
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| To type in the numbers right and build us a sky
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| And then divide it by seven so we can get us some light
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| So we can see what we’re doin' when we’re doin' what we’re doin'
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| I want a new world, and I feel terrible
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| I was punching the figures in and forgot a variable
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| But, fuck it, it’s done, it’s time to make me a son
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| I got the fear and the pain, it’s time to pass it on
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| Whoa, supercomputer please grant me my wishes
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| Take care of my granny and plant me some fishes
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| Oh, mercy mercy, I’m on my knees
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| You make me a world all just to please you
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| We’re starving beneath you, them zeroes can’t cut it
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| But I’m a fan of the ones but you’re all so fickle 'bout
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| Watching the veins as the blood just trickles out
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| I’m gonna sing a song
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| And it will break your soul |