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Written by james young |
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Lead vocals by james young |
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Sittin' here on terra firma |
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It's the kind of place we were meant to be |
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Out here kinda lost in space now |
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Pondering life's mysteries |
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All of minkind worship at the altar |
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Of old mythology |
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But the genie's out of the bottle |
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Collision course with eternity |
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Young children playing in the chat room |
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With the freaks and the satellites |
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Upload the nearset planet |
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Burnin' out at the speed of light |
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Better living for the masses |
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With the new technology |
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But some fool went and pushed the button |
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He didn't get an apology |
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Feeling good is a new sensation |
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Panacea for the prozac nation |
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Heavy, heavy water |
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Won't wash away the sins of the father |
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Sacred cow sizzling in the fire |
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As we all go up in flames |
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With millions of true believers |
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And their unfamiliar names |
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On the road to good intentions |
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Blown to hell by our own inventions |
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Heavy, heavy water |
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Won't wash away the sins of the father |
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Unholy, holy water |
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Leading us like lambs to the... |
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Custom made for the self reliant |
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Lemonade for the thirsty giant |
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Heavy, heavy water |
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Won't wash away the sins of the father |
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Unholy, holy water |
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Leading us like lambs to the (slaughter) |
