| The future won’t be owned by those
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| Married to ideals of old
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| Consonant disruption dance
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| Amidst the ash, we take our chance
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| We the gilded castaways
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| We the future fairytales
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| Stoking fire with simple sin
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| Marvel at our reconstruction
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| Treat ourselves to sirens…
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| (We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start.)
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| We got the motion, we got the head-start
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| We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start. |
| (We ain’t got nothin' to
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| lose)
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| We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start
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| Thought-polices' dirty secret
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| Among this surveillance state
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| We exist between binary code
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| We’re panthers in canary clothes
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| We profit from seized evidence
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| And thrive amidst incompetence
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| She wraps her fingers round my ears
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| Pulls me down into her chest
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| I listen to her live
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| (We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start.)
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| We got the motion, we got the head-start
|
| We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start. |
| (We ain’t got nothin' to
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| lose)
|
| We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start. |
| (We ain’t got nothin' to
|
| lose)
|
| We got it, we got the motion, we got the head-start. |
| (We ain’t got nothin' to
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| lose) |