| Consolidate as one.
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| Keep all your information in one place
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| Every walking day
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| Thoughts do collide
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| So what’s right?
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| Your opinion?
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| Statistical position?
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| A million commentators wanna give you a reason
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| Consolidated tongue
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| Keep,
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| All your inspiration sinking in the sand
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| Voice recognition and touch ID
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| Another useless cunt! |
| Reality TV
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| How far has it gone? |
| And where will it go?
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| Tracking your bones on your mobile phone
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| Century of the narcissist?
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| Authentic talent will be dismissed
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| Is this the century of the narcissist?
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| Authentic talent will be dismissed
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| So plug in (Update.)
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| We need to know your everything (It's expired.)
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| So plug in,
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| Now we know you’re everything
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| You’re out of date
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| Do I ride against the tide
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| Or hop back on the wagon?
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| Get up to pace
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| The twenty first century
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| Saw the decline, still there’s light
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| Beyond that drizzle
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| The saturation
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| The million commentators trying to get you to listen
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| Masters of the thumb
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| We can’t all become
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| Let me think now
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| Voice recognition and touch ID
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| Another useless cunt! |
| Reality TV
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| How far has it gone? |
| And where will it go?
|
| Tracking your bones on your mobile phone
|
| Century of the narcissist?
|
| So plug in (Update.)
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| We need to know your everything (It's expired.)
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| So plug in,
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| Now we know you’re everything
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| Inter-connectible socialites
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| I see no mist, no stars
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| You have a choice to join the herd by that middle tree
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| This is where you can sedate yourself
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| In a maze of minds through circuit boards
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| What are we heading for?
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| Surrounded by anchors that cannot be raised
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| But I remember
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| Mystery seeping through my veins
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| Dream beyond tomorrow what path you should follow
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| Tell me now?
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| Calling all flowers to summon up your powers
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| Of the mind!
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| Keep your eyes wide open,
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| Don’t fall into the sleeping maze
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| What have we now become?
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| How far will it go?
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| When will we start to put chips
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| Into our minds?
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| Now we can see the deterioration of man |