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It's like something just over the horizon* |
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Wanna take a walk, maybe see what we can find? |
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Look long and hard, look near and far |
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Above all things, remember always look inside |
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Listen in to these words from a citizen of Earth's surface |
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Let's try and rewire the circuits, determine a purpose |
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Meanwhile I'm striving for perfect, but homie perfect takes practice |
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And I find in these days and times I'm always so damn distracted - they hit you like |
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Shop here, wear this, want this, love this, be this, buy this, buy that |
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Log in, sign up, tune in, click here, watch this, read up, write back |
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So much to know, and so many things to own |
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TV in your home and your mobile phone make sure that you're never really alone |
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And it's pathetic like a global epidemic, attention span so fragmented |
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So addicted to being connected we now getting updates by the second |
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Got us all time wasting up on MySpace and Facebook, prime for the taking |
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Got the whole world hooked getting high on information |
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Post-generation Y babies, they call 'em the digital natives |
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Hide behind their monitors as technology kills imagination |
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Excuse my cynicism, but a world where every kid's best friend is a computer |
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Is a system failure headed for an apathetic future |
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Just a few centuries back, they made maps of a flat world by candle light |
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Now the whole world's at your fingertips, mapped down to your street by satellite |
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So advanced from where we started, it's all so complexified |
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Brand names buy ad space in your mind but they'll never get what's inside |
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[Chorus: (2x)] |
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I wasn't there when they wrote the rules but I do my best to follow 'em |
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In this world of machines we starving for oxygen |
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Where were you the day that humanity died? |
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Searching for signs of life to reconnect with what's inside |
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Somewhere there's a room full of men with suits looking up at rows of numbers |
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Terrified by the red in their eyes as arrows point down from the pressure they're under |
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They're saying we might drown in our own greediness |
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Living beyond our means, chasing dreams that we learnt off MTV cribs |
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Look at what we did, smog fills the sky and the cars line up at the servo |
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And I can't help but think to myself this can't be the way it was supposed to go |
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On the nightly news, floods and bushfires, earthquakes and tidal waves |
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Temperature's rising, armies fighting, bombs go off and sirens blaze |
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But we just tryna get by and occupy our spot on the timeline |
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So we change the channel to sex, drugs and violence programmed for prime time |
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Sit back in our chairs for some living room voyeurism |
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As reality TV turns all of life into competition |
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Airbrushed magazine pages give us false idols to worship |
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Got us all so depressed that we can't live up to picture perfect |
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Sometimes I just wanna unplug and go back to basics |
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And I wonder what my story might have been like somewhere else in history's pages |
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But here we stand, the sons and daughters of colonialism |
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Crossed over water just to be making our homes on stolen land |
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And me, I don't know the plan, I'm just here to play my part |
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Do my thing, walk my path, talk my shit, make my mark |
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I swear I wanna make a difference from the bottom of my heart |
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But I don't how to fix it man, I wouldn't know where to start |
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So advanced from where we started, images off the production line |
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We outa touch with what's inside |
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[Repeat Chorus: (2x)] |