| Oh, the things we see
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| Through connected wires
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| Are the people that flee
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| From friendly fire
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| When they separate me
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| And I’m being stored
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| With all the recessed genes
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| Better left ignored
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| Getting naked all the time
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| Why dodge the friendly fire?
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| So who could ever break you down?
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| And what could ever freak you out?
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| If you can carry this around
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| Then you will never break down
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| People I meet
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| On the weekend mourn
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| For all the weekday freaks
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| That are free and bored
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| Like they physically
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| Stormed in their home
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| Collect whatever they need
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| Just to feel employed
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| A little wasted on desire
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| A minute later, friendly fire
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| A little wasted on desire
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| A minute later, friendly fire
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| So who could ever break you down?
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| And what could ever freak you out?
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| If you can carry this around
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| Then you will never break down
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| Getting naked all the time
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| A little wasted on desire
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| A minute later, friendly fire
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| So who could ever break you down?
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| And what could ever freak you out?
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| If you can carry this around
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| Then you can never break down
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| Then you will never break down
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| And you can carry this around |