| Every planet that we come across
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| Is empty and there’s only us
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| Fall down, then we get back up
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| Hard wired for computer love
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| Computer love, computer love
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| Computer love, computer love
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| Hard wired for computer love
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| I’m a modern day +Blade Runner+, take cover
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| Code breaker with a stun gun called a microphone
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| Take an upper and a painkiller brother
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| Insane how we suffer on this planet that we call home
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| Time travelling through the universe
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| Third stone from the sun on battleship Earth
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| Hunt down all the +Replicants+, clones in the tenements
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| Probe this planet for intelligence
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| Is there life on Mars or on any other stars?
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| Is there anybody out there or are we all alone?
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| Call on the telephone, only get a dead tone
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| Maybe this is all that there is right?
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| Send a satellite out into the dark night
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| Knowing that the whole time it might be lifeless
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| Split an atom with a drum pattern
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| These are the impressions of a planet in crisis
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| Yo, computer love
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| Jump in cortex brain response
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| Limbs shake, this bass is way beyond
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| On this ball we all dance upon
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| Stratosphere, atmosphere and love
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| Up in the cosmic octave
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| We chase down alien life to rock with
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| And back on Earth we just got this
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| Hot piece of rock that we call the shots with
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| We’re just a blister in the sun
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| In the infinite distance up above
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| You go fathom universal forces
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| Oh shit, I think I just lost my orbit
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| But fear is a fact that I forfeit
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| So I walk where the eye of the storm is
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| Let your mind spin right off course
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| Into a black hole full of soul, so gorgeous |