| Burning down the candle wick
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| It makes my motor tick
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| I don’t get it
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| Did these people come with spare bits?
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| That terminator shit
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| Plug and replace it
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| Upgraded, updated
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| But you’re never gonna fit in
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| Now I can follow trends and fashion
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| But I was never programmed
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| To show compassion
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| For some fucking Kardashian
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| And all this car crash television’s
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| Giving me an aneurysm
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| It’s the age of pretend
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| Superficial intelligence
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| I went and got a new phone
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| But it’s just another thing that
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| Never rings
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| Never says anything
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| Everything is a parody
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| They’re feeding off of your tragedy
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| You’re cruise controlling and gradually
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| Joining the Post Modern Rhapsody, oh
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| Save me
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| I’m disconnecting from my head
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| Is this the end?
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| (it's coming)
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| I’m gonna break down
|
| From all these signals in my brain
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| Am I insane?
|
| (what's going on?)
|
| Do you synthesise your thoughts at night?
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| Are you getting lost in artificial light?
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| I need to switch off
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| I’m sick and wired
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| So just give me what i want
|
| And nobody gets, uh, hurt
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| Do you wake up in a cold sweat
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| Reach for your handset?
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| Do you feel like something’s missing?
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| That’s okay the birds are always listening
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| Do you love yourself?
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| Obsession to the third degree
|
| Do you feel dirty, huh?
|
| Do you wanna be clean?
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| You’re just a 21st century amputee
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| And LCD zombie
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| Can’t afford a brand new body
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| I’m inundated by strangers
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| They’re fucking nameless and faceless
|
| Oh you’re self made by money?
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| Huh, that’s kinda funny, honey
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| Save me
|
| I’m disconnecting from my head
|
| Is this the end?
|
| (it's coming)
|
| I’m gonna break down
|
| From all these signals in my brain
|
| Am I insane?
|
| (what's going on?)
|
| Do you synthesise your thoughts at night?
|
| Are you getting lost in artificial light?
|
| I need to switch off
|
| I’m sick and wired
|
| So just give me what i want
|
| And nobody gets, uh, hurt
|
| I’m a new age romantic
|
| (I can’t believe my ears)
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| I’m turning psychosomatic
|
| (know what you want but can’t have it, you’re so)
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| I’m so poetically tragic
|
| (and all I wanna know is)
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| Do you love yourself?
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| Cool, it’s time to love me
|
| I’m a new age romantic
|
| (I can’t believe my ears)
|
| I’m turning psychosomatic
|
| (know what you want but can’t have it, you’re so)
|
| I’m so poetically tragic
|
| (and all I wanna know is)
|
| Do you love yourself?
|
| (of-fucking-course)
|
| I’m a new age romantic
|
| I can’t believe my ears
|
| I’m turning psychosomatic
|
| Know what you want but can’t have it
|
| You’re so/I'm so poetically tragic
|
| And all I wanna know is
|
| Do you love yourself?
|
| Love yourself
|
| Love yourself
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| Save me
|
| I’m disconnecting from my head
|
| Is this the end?
|
| (it's coming)
|
| I’m gonna break down
|
| From all these signals in my brain
|
| Am I insane?
|
| (what's going on?)
|
| Do you synthesise your thoughts at night?
|
| Are you getting lost in artificial light?
|
| I need to switch off
|
| I’m sick and wired
|
| So just give me what i want
|
| And nobody gets, uh, hurt |