| It’s a bit late to try and escape
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| The world of today has a new shape
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| Drown in the fever of control
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| Freely in that trend we enroll
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| No more place for conviction
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| All that’s real is abstraction
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| Practically numb to novelties
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| Incarcerated in civilities
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| It’s no longer the Stasi’s lunacy
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| The dictate of transparency
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| It’s our current reality
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| A mutation of democracy
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| Our lives open to scrutiny
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| The dictate of transparency
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| Our move on screen for all to see
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| We dream of the time we were free
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| Have we ever been free?
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| Have we ever been free?
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| We find ourselves on the front line
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| Not knowing where to draw the line
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| Free in a jail we don’t perceive
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| Ruled in a way we can’t conceive
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| It’s no longer the Stasi’s lunacy
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| The dictate of transparency
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| Our move on screen for all to see
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| We dream of the time we were free
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| Have we ever been free?
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| Have we ever been free?
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| Want to be heard — want to be seen
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| Riot — fire
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| We gave away privacy…
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| When all our life is on display
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| What else have we got to give away?
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| From the obvious to the obscene
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| Want to be heard, want to be seen
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| All is senseless without witness…
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| It’s no longer the Stasi’s lunacy
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| The dictate of transparency
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| It’s our current reality
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| A mutation of democracy
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| Our lives open to scrutiny
|
| The dictate of transparency
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| Our move on screen for all to see
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| We dream of the time we were free |