| Cut off, not happy not too sad
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| State of come right in drugwonderland
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| No existence, culture or game
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| Advertised by failure and by shame
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| (Infringed and death struck) Condemned by freedom rules set
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| Not even freemarket can change that
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| Lack of life the economy brings
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| Turns everything into things, to things, yeah!
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| (A blind nostalgia) Ship us downtown for some good old days
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| Corrupt the passion and control the space
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| Blame the victim so we can get away
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| This system turned’s all into slaves, to slaves, yeah!
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| People here are hardly breathing
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| Everybody seems to have lost their head
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| I don’t know about you baby
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| But feels like I’m living amongst the dead
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| People here are hardly breathing
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| Everybody seems to have lost their head
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| I don’t know about you baby
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| But feels like I’m living amongst the dead
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| Cut off, not too happy not too sad
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| State of come right in drugwonderland
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| No existence, culture or game
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| Advertised by failure and by shame, yeah!
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| Hey! |
| People here are hardly breathing
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| Everybody seems to have lost their head
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| I don’t know about you baby
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| But feels like I’m living amongst the dead
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| People here are hardly breathing
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| Everybody seems to have lost their head
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| I don’t know about you baby
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| But feels like I’m living amongst the… Dead!
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| Written on the bourgeois body
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| Written on the bourgeois body
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| Written on the bourgeois body
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| Written on the bourgeois body
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| Written on the bourgeois body
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| Written on the bourgeois body
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| Written on the bourgeois body
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| Written on the bourgeois body |