| I am someone looking for something
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| But I promise I would never interrupt your regular programming for nothing
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| But something so easy to miss it bleeds into the scenery
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| See life up close. |
| Get wired into the machinery
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| Someone give me exactly what I’ve been needing
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| I have recurring dreams of making graffiti, the future repeating, repeating
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| And it keeps feeding into the data stream
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| I see familiar faces but the visions are fleeting
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| Calculators under my eyelids
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| But no notable Nobel prizes on my horizons
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| And no sight of any island
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| I go to sleep nightly in this place and don’t even know where my own light is
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| Half the energy we try with is electrical pulses controlled by scientists
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| Disconnect the appliances
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| One day they will come and find you, and beside you
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| Patiently along the way angels may guide you
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| I’ve been in the slingshot. |
| I’m ready to sleep
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| This is a musical chairs game and I remove my seat
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| My cannons are left out burning on a beach
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| And I am quiet only because I lost my speech
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| And I never spoken very long with these ghosts
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| And never paid that much attention to my horoscope
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| My heart stops beating if you get too close
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| Release me. |
| Please let me go
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| This is a temporary version of something permanent
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| Turn up the sermons and laugh. |
| Shut up and learn from it |