| I listened to the megaphone man
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| He said we were facing the end
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| That’s so much different than my mom and dad
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| Who said this is just the beginning
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| Cuz they’re in love with their shiny new world
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| They’re in love with their airplanes and cars and hotels
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| It gets invented and produced in mass the very next day
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| It seems that they’ve tried everything and nothing has failed
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| No need to wait for tomorrow
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| Cuz everything is blowing up today
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| The grass beneath my feet is a synthesized version
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| Of the work of a dying perfectionist
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| Animals and open spaces, trees, plants and sunny days
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| Are all in line to be replaced with smokestacks
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| Concrete and power plants
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| With therapy, cosmetic surgery and waist reduction plans
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| No compassion from our sky, smeared with billboards and dirt
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| It seems that they’ve tried everything but nothing has worked
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| No need to worry about tomorrow
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| Cuz everything is blowing up today
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| I’m in and out of clubs and stores and restaurants and bars
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| Dodging people and buildings, advertising, eye contact and cars
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| Another day unfolds and the structures all get old
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| Another day unfolds and the structures all get old
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| Do you think that maybe you could save me?
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| Cuz it’s coming and I don’t wanna be on board
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| Miles from solitude. |
| Incredibly alone
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| Miles from solitude. |
| Incredibly alone |