| Well there you sit in your office tower
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| And you talk about urban power
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| But your ideas don’t even penetrate 10k
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| You think there’s some kind of difference made
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| You think your shiny words can persuade
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| But your ideas don’t even penetrate 10k
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| You say the buildings are burning
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| You say the tide is turning
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| But your ideas don’t even penetrate 10k
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| All the best intentions
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| Can be simply blown away
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| If your ideas don’t even penetrate 10k
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| 'Cause out here it’s too easy boy
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| Out here there’s no worries boy
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| And your ideas don’t even penetrate 10k
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| I know how hard it is and how much you try
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| But I can see every attempt die
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| It’s like there’s some kind of substance here
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| Some kind of hatred some kind of fear
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| Your ideas don’t even penetrate 10k
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| You say that you can hear voices
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| But it’s not what you think
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| It’s just the same old lies
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| And they’re echoing
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| And everything old is new again
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| It’s polished up and resold
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| Doesn’t it make your heart grow cold?
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| All the best intentions are simply blown away
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| If your ideas don’t even penetrate 10k |