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We draw your eyes to our images: Carrot and stick. |
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We've got a sense for what makes you tick. |
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The more out of reach, the more desperate you'll be trying to get it. |
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We're the sweet distraction sure to provoke a reaction. |
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We'll show you what you need: You can be sure this world is yours if you're paying for it. |
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Once we've got your attention we might sell you something you don't have the cash to pay. |
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Put it on credit. |
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Pay by instalment. |
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Sit back and chill: and wait for your consignment. |
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We make you pay to eat |
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We make you pay to sleep |
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We make you pay to breathe |
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We make you pay for any pleasures you could come up with |
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Now we reached our goals: We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe. |
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Now you're dead on the whole because you're bound to pay us off. |
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At the end of a tiresome day of repetitive work without having a say you crave for nothing more then mere dispersal: |
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Turn on the TV and switch off reality. |
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And here we are back again with our screens of perfection: The perfect distraction. |
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Fancy cars, furbished shopping marts: All that it takes to make you fall for our candy-bars. |
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What a fertile symbiosis: You help us pay our bills. |
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And in turn we assist you: Keep treading the mill. |
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We set the standards. |
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We embody all you ever wanna be. |
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We play with your insecurities. |
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We make you feel miserable. |