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And with these humble tools |
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We can trigger any emotion we choose |
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But we'll just settle to pump out repeated relics |
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Diluted with time |
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You see the airwaves are clogged up |
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But the fickle they lap it up |
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They need to be drowned in condiments |
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And left to ponder sense |
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Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here |
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Snap back to reality |
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The turbulence is blowing us from side to side |
| [01:35.83] |
But no matter how hard you try |
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Surrounded by cannon fodder inundated with |
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Stagnant sounds |
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Transformation in progress |
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Transformation complete |
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Lightning strikes |
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A flash flood of colour |
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I can't stand the heat |
