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We paint the future from this bedroom. |
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With lots of progress; cold and heartless. |
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And nothing lives, just twitches and moves. |
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It's all synthetic, but it's all we've got. |
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Thousands of wires spread through the halls. |
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Thousands of eyes live in our walls. |
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And now they can see just what we've done (oh no) |
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Now they can see what we've become. |
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No sun. Just radiation here. |
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Get it by the lungful. |
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No time. No way to count the years. |
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Except by the creaking sounds in your bones. |
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They've got your name. |
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They've got your number. |
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They've got your hopes, your dreams, your future. |
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They've got your loved ones by the throat. |
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And soon enough they'll let you know. |
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And I've learned enough to keep my mouth shut. |
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I've learned enough to watch my back. |
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And I've learned enough to become wallpaper. |
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And blend in with the cracks. |
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Ten thousand lines run from our minds. |
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And ten thousand plans spread from our hands. |
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And now we can see just what we've done (oh no) |
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And now we can see what we've become (oh no) |
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And now we can see just where we stand |
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