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It all about status updates, sample drum brakes |
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A hole in the head, and the lifelong Monday |
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Baby bloomers and new computers |
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Social networks, billion users |
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Information, Infomercials |
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Crop circles and trophy wives |
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Hard drives and hate crimes |
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State lies, free steak knives |
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Right-wrong riots and rising tides |
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Catalogs buy and a lord of brides |
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Brand names and video games |
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All it takes in minimum wage |
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Wiki leaks in the world of police |
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Secret files and cover up leads |
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The hunger, the feast |
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The church and the priest |
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And the prelate facing the east |
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(East!) |
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This modern world |
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Keeps me spinning around |
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My god, my feet |
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Don't touch the ground |
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You can live life online |
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You can live a life of crime |
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You can live mine |
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Whatever you want you can find |
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You can get fined |
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You can get filmed from behind |
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It's a gold rush, let's get famous |
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Act shameless, call it neighbors |
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You can call it art |
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You can call it us |
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You can call it pop |
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And watch it climb the charts |
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High rollers and child soldiers |
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Party people and jive holders |
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Cash culture and clashed cultures |
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Market crashes, atlas shrugs |
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It's a leaky boat that we're all in |
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And the privileged life is a-callin' |
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Through the country's boarders you're pourin' |
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Put your hands up now the sky is fallin' |
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This modern world |
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Keeps me spinning around |
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My god, my feet |
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Don't touch the ground |
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This modern world |
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Keeps me spinning around |
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My god, my feet |
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Don't touch the ground |
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We are alive in desperate times |
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The best of times, messed up times |
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Build that fire, chase that prize |
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Everybody wants a bigger piece of the pie |
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These are the days of the disconnect |
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Distant satellites intercept |
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Warfare fought in infrared |
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Everything you think is incorrect |
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My intellect needs disinfectant |
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Too much information |
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Too hectic |
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Twenty-first century I'm shipwrecked in it |
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And we're all just tryin' to connect with it |
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And oh my god where do I fit in |
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Apocalypse now every now and then |
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The world is a book with a cliffhanger plot |
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And we all want to know how it ends |
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This modern world |
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Keeps me spinning around |
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My god, my feet |
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Don't touch the ground |