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Here's some paper, spill your history |
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Nearly each day I enter a world |
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Of paper people and paper mentalities |
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The sponge away all my facts |
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No matter what you want |
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They have a form for it |
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So they can file you away |
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And watch your number |
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Big brother sounds friendly |
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And even war looks fun, even war |
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Life in forms |
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It fades you away |
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Nothing left |
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For the day |
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Life in forms |
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It fades you away |
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Nothing left |
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For the day |
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You can't categorise in my eyes |
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We're sectioned off and kept like mice |
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Our lives on A4 stacked so high |
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You must tell all you know |
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Privacy is something in the past |
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Hold any secrets if you dare |
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When you know everything |
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About a persons life |
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You can control it |
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With forms of FEAR, of FEAR |
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Life in forms |
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It fades you away |
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Nothing left |
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For the day |
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Life in forms |
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It fades you away |
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Nothing left |
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For the day |
