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I wanna be original, |
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I wanna be surrounded by art, |
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but everything is digital, |
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the formulas are fallin' apart. |
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They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share. |
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Is the burden of fame, |
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just a universal cross we can bear? |
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But out here on the borderline, |
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you've got to hold it together! |
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You've been deprived of dedication. |
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You've been condemned by your dreams. |
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Is it as bad as it seems? |
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And can you pull the hook from your mouth? |
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Do you want to feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out? |
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We're divided it seems, |
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this is a diary of life in between. |
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This is obese and obscene. |
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This isn't music, |
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it's a pyramid scheme. |
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And out here on the borderline, |
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you've got to hold it together! |
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You've been deprived of dedication. |
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You've been condemned by your dreams. |
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And out here on the border line, |
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it feels a lot like forever! |
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We'll all be damned if this machine turns life into routine. |
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Thieves have taken the crown! |
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Melted it down! |
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Kept it near to the ground! |
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Now they're praying for sound! |
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And I don't know what's found... |
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'Cause we used to be gifted, |
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and persistent! |
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Now we're bored, |
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reminiscent! |
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We used to laugh without misery, |
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spoon-fed our desire! |
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We've lost our fire! |
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And now they won't remember our names! |
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Our days are mixed in the crowd, |
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and our nights are spent fanning the flames. |
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And out here on the borderline, |
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you've got to hold it together! |
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You've been deprived of dedication. |
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You've been condemned by your dreams. |
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And out here on the border line, |
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it feels a lot like forever! |
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We'll all be damned if this machine turns life into routine. |
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(Dead and gone, we're dead and gone) |
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Thieves have taken the crown! |
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And have melted it down! |
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Thieves have taken the crown! |
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And now they're praying for sound! |
