| Tries to remember what to do next
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| There’s a trace of frustration that crosses her face
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| Searching through the keys she should press
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| But I would help her if I only know how
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| But these things are a mystery to me too
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| And it seems to the corporate eyes they are watching
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| She fears for her job and the moments they are passing
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| I stare at her name tag and I think to myself
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| Both you and I, we never asked for any of this
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| Let’s take a walk up past the chemical works
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| Where the sky turns green at night
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| We’ll talk about not getting away from here
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| Some different kind of life
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| But even in the freshest mountain air
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| Oh, the jet fighters practice overhead
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| And they’re drilling these hills for uranium deposits
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| And they’ll bury the waste for our children to inherit
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| Though this is all done for our own benefit
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| I swear we never asked for any of this
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| Well, this golden age of communication
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| Means everyone just talks at the same time
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| And liberty just means the freedom to exploit
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| Any weakness that you can find
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| Turn off the TV just for a while
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| Let us whisper to each other instead
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| And we’ll hope that the corporate ears do not listen
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| Lest we find ourselves committing some kind of treason
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| And filed in the tapes without rhyme, without reason
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| While they tell us that it’s all for our own protection
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| I swear we never asked for any of this
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| Oh, I swear we never asked, not for any of this
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| Oh, I swear we never asked for any of this
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| Oh, I swear we never asked for any of this
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| Oh, I swear |