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You get stuck in traffic with your car and fall asleep |
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You dream about the future and that mother****ing lie |
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Underwater dreaming in the deep and darkest depths |
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And the solarpower cells keep the music pumping citywide |
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And you wake up to the sound of a horn |
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As your head falls |
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Against the wheel |
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And now you're on your way to pick up groceries for your kids |
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Carrots, frosted food in super giant sizes |
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And everything gets wrapped in plastic, wax and styrofoam |
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And it's perfectly in order for your supersterile homes |
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And you wake up to the sound of a horn |
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That reminds you |
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That you're not dead |