| So, what is the meaning of life?
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| White crucifix or a sharp knife?
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| Seeking truth? |
| we’ll seek it hard
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| And if you find it, send me a post card
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| Got a career, wear a tie, you want it all
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| There’s nothing you can’t buy
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| «I want my name written in stars
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| I wanna be the first man walking on mars»
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| No — you’ll never find the true meaning
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| Never — 'cause you’re looking for it inside of yourself
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| Take a walk in the street, listen to life
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| Can you hear it’s heart beat?
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| Smell the raw, still rotten meat
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| Those people aint the same you used to meet
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| Who might you be — a greedy servant seeking the truth
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| What do you see — I see me, do you know my daddy
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| — super freak alien from outer space
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| — see my big lie, worship me or die
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| Take an elevator through empty space
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| Buy yourself a shuttle, and join the never ending race
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| Take a subway to the center of earth
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| What on earth could be there, a show where
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| Mother earth gives birth
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| You’re getting tired of truth stuff
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| Besides, searching is rough
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| But have you sought from the right places
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| Don’t give up yet, at least not now
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| Maybe your colours show up somehow
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| Have even looked under the bible
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| Ride your shuttle once more through space
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| Look out a window, see god’s face?
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| Then perhaps you’d understand the meaning
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| Out there, there’s nothing for you to be seen
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| Instead of brain, you get a tiny bean
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| The further you go the nearer truth you get
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| No truth I bet |