| We’re walking past the windows
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| Trying to disrupt the classes
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| Where you’re learning nothing
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| In a gang of five or more
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| They’ll discredit us and defile our names
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| But we know the truth
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| I’ve got a noose around my neck
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| I’ve got a fever
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| I’ve got the stuff I think you’d want
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| I’ve got a noose around my neck
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| And I’ve heard the news
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| I’ve heard the news
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| Now we’re walking through the campus
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| This is the place where minds are turned into robotics
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| In our gang of five or more
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| They teach us what to think but not to think on our own
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| Taking this back to cellophane court
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| I can’t see what I’ve learned but know that I’ve changed
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| My friends they all laugh but what do they know
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| The world is unfair, it’s set up all the way
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| The self made brain is what we want
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| Nail what I’ve learned to the front of my door
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| Manufacturing thoughts and selling them too
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| The gang of five is not infinite yet
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| We may grow up and get lost in it all |