| There was a time when I fully embraced it
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| But now I can hardly face it
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| Face the truth of where I stand on this line
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| Curvin' up, bringing down what I see as a natural time
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| I hope I can keep up
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| I hope I can keep up
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| It’s not a race now to the end of the maze
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| But I see these machines eatin' up all of our days
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| And I’m pulled both ways
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| To leave it all, stay
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| So should I try to keep up?
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| Oh, will I try to keep up?
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| The old mystic in me wants to believe we don’t need all this technology
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| Ooh
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| And I know it’s not in my hands
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| I’m just one little grain in all these shifting sands
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| There’s a lot you don’t see in this life
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| But sometims you pick up on something in your strife
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| I hope I can pick up
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| I hop I can pick it up
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| Mmm
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| There’s no use fighting against an inevitability
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| But if you don’t listen to suspicions at all then you’ll always agree
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| And I know there’s no sense in trying to be the world’s police
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| But I want to see humans and cities as more than just a disease
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| Aah
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| There’s a problem with the term «nature»
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| As if we’re not a part of her
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| And this mindset to conquer
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| Comes to no good end of that I’m sure
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| I hope we can let go
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| I hope we can let it go |