| Can you feel me?
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| Pull the plug out. |
| Heal me.
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| I’m selfish and distracted.
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| Complicated me. |
| Overstimulated me.
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| I’m desperate and defective.
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| And I’ve got what you need,
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| the apathy and greed,
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| the desire to spread the seed.
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| Disconnected, I get numb when you hit send.
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| I’m hungry for human touch.
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| And cocaine, baby, wrap your legs around my face.
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| I’m lost in thought too much.
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| And I’ve got what you need,
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| the apathy and greed,
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| the desire to spread the sead.
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| I’m a freak.
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| I’m a fiend.
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| I’m the Final Machine.
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| I’m a lock
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| on the rock.
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| dopamine.
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| Put your hands up and stand up and get out the way.
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| I’m a petulant child who will lead you astray.
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| I fly right on the right side.
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| I’ve gotta give it to you.
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| I’ve gotta get you my love.
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| My love’s too much.
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| And anesthetic,
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| shave my head and break my neck.
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| I’m bored and out of touch.
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| I want you too much.
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| And I’ve got what you need,
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| the apathy and greed,
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| the desire to spread the sead.
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| I’m a freak.
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| I’m a fiend.
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| I’m the Final Machine.
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| I’m a lock
|
| on the rock.
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| dopamine.
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| Put your hands up and stand up and get out the way.
|
| I’m a petulant child who will lead you astray.
|
| Can you feel me?
|
| And I’ve got what you need,
|
| the apathy and greed,
|
| the desire to spread the sead.
|
| I’m a freak.
|
| I’m a fiend.
|
| I’m the Final Machine.
|
| I’m a lock
|
| on the rock.
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| dopamine.
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| Put your hands up and stand up and get out the way.
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| I’m a petulant child who will lead you astray. |