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Anticipation's up all night |
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We're clairevoyant till the morning light |
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We're not perfect, we're avant-garde |
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So don't make us think too hard |
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The inspiration it comes and goes |
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Dedication decomposed |
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It's not perfect, it's a prototype |
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And will we ever get it right? |
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We're all flawed by design |
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We used to be alive but now we're just along for the ride |
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A limp wrist and a dull blade |
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Progress is slow these days |
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It's not perfect but it's all we've got |
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Are we gonna just let it rot? |
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We're all flawed by design |
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We used to be alive but now we're just along for the ride |
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There was a time where the world was under our control |
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But that time has died and now we're just along for the ride |
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Yeah! |
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We're all flawed by design |
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We used to be alive but now we're just along for the ride |
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There was a time where the world was under our control |
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But that time has died and now we're just along for the ride |
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Yeah! |
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Along for the ride |
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Ooh! |
