| When the lights go dim
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| Everything around us begins
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| All the people run to get a piece of the sin
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| Everybody wanna be the star of the spin
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| And the city’s full of folks that are in it just to win
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| Bones break fast on the chain, let em know
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| Indie thoughts, not today, let it go
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| Little boy blue, where the hell is your dough?
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| Look at everybody else in the same chokehold
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| This is space age
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| One mind and a faceplate
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| Why would anybody wanna leave they home?
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| Anybody in they right mind 'bout to see the fine line
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| I don’t really think that they should roll
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| This world here is encased in gold
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| All of us are chasin' it slow
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| It’s been years in the fears of the people in this place
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| I’ve been keeping all of them in control
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| They been on the run
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| Button’s getting pushed for fun, you don’t need air in your lungs
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| Take a little rum
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| Bet it feels nice and numb livin' underneath my thumb
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| Get it in, get it done
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| Laboring the minds of the young to make it feel like you ain’t sprung
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| Hand over the guns
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| It’s the new world, my son, where everybody is like one
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| Here they come
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| They’re all around me
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| I feel like I’ve been surrounded by, cornered by, infected by
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| Taken over by the-
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| Clones, clones, clones
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| In a world full of-
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| Clones, clones, clones
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| Nobody is safe from the-
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| Clones, clones, clones
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| You better run from the-
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| Clones, clones, clones
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| When in Rome, you should probably just do it as the Romans did
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| Slaughtering the heathens on stage
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| Sneaking death into the city on some Trojan shit
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| Now who wanna get murdered today?
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| Got an axe packed for the fuck of it, swinging Jim Duggan shit
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| Cutting through the people that ain’t fittin' for the mothership
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| Hundred million sheeple in the same damn covenant
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| Facebook live the event, and now you double it
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| All across the globe we can feel this now
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| Everybody’s thinkin' the same
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| If you feel any different would you please sit down
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| This thing here ain’t a game
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| If they wanna come in and control the crowd
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| I know what they chancin' to say
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| Everybody listen to this here loud
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| This is your chance for the fame
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| They been on the run
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| Button’s getting pushed for fun, you don’t need air in your lungs
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| Take a little rum
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| Bet it feels nice and numb livin' underneath my thumb
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| Get it in, get it done
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| Laboring the minds of the young to make it feel like you ain’t sprung
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| Hand over the guns
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| It’s the new world, my son, where everybody is like one
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| Here they come
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| All around me
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| I feel like I’ve been surrounded by, cornered by, infected by
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| Taken over by the-
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| Clones, clones, clones
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| In a world full of-
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| Clones, clones, clones
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| Nobody is safe from the-
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| Clones, clones, clones
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| You better run from the-
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| Clones, clones, clones
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| When you least expect them
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| They’re there, everywhere
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| Clones |