| Part of the nameless masses
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| Part of the big machine
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| You’re nothing but a cogwheel, man
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| Well died, conform, replaceable
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| Think — sometimes you wake up
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| Act — and wonder why
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| You’re free to think that you’re free
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| But somewhere truth is lost
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| The drudgery you like each day
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| Is all you know, you don’t complain
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| Do you want to be a mechanical man?
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| Don’t you want to be free?
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| Do you know your mind is no longer your own?
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| You will always be a mechanical man
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| You can never be free
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| Being unaware of the powers you serve
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| You life’s a vicious circle
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| You move but get nowhere
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| The only way you know to break out
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| Is dreaming on the video
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| Think — you’ve got to shape up
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| Act — to make a change
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| But then you’re just a chess piece
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| In someone else’s game
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| He makes the move, you have your place
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| And destiny is preordained
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| So many others like you
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| They’re living senseless lives
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| They will obey and walk their way
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| With vacant stares and empty minds
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| Think — sometimes they wake up
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| Act — and wonder why
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| But we are much too burned out
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| To light the flame of hope
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| The revolution will not come
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| Our minds are tied behind our backs |