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Stay down! Like a shadow in a hallway |
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Watching all the blues and greens |
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As I hide from the glare of the monitor screen |
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Run fast! Like a shadow in a subway |
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Try to remain unseen |
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As I hide from the glare of the T.V. screen |
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We're all sucked in |
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Part of the core collective |
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We're all dragged in |
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Blind to the cause we've been selected for....Elected for |
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Stand still! Like a ghost in the Firewall |
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Watching all the blues and greens |
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As I listen to the rhythm of the fax machine |
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What will I be when winter comes again? |
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And we're wrapped in furs, and life has begun again |
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And it hurts to be away from you |
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From the world you made so well |
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What will I be when the summer comes once more? |
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And we're naked and weak in the eye of the sun once more |
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We're all sucked in |
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'Leave it on the net' demands the optimist |
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'No room for slaves to high tech reform' |
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Maybe there's a way to save the pessimist |
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He could make it to the hills and ride out the storm |
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'Formulas are set' declares the analyst |
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'This is the road for everyone' |
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Maybe we can hide, continue to exist |
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With a crate of bottled water and a sawn off shot gun |
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Try to survive - Don't look into his eyes |
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Try to stay alive - Don't look into his dead dead eyes |
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You can send me codes |
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From the safety of a chat room |
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In your grey ether clothes |
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I have looked into your soul |
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Looked into your soul! |
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I'm sitting with my head in the radiogram |
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Waiting for some sign of a ghost or a little green man |
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Glued to the glowing of a sun behind the plastic hood |
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And the bass heavy tones |
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That ooze from the pores in the wood |
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Oh no.... I can't go there again |
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Oh no..... Was this ever meant to be? |
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I'm sitting on the floor with the book in my hand |
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Dreaming of the world in a way that only children can |
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And I listen for the emanating sounds from the hidden choirs |
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The message in the radiant valves and red hot wires |
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Oh no.... I can't go there again |
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Oh no..... Was this ever meant to be? |
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To think it has come to this |
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Ruled by indifference |
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Underlying waves of doubt |
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Such arrogant self reliance |
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Too far we have travelled out |
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Nervous in our sentience |
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Ordinary people |
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Objects and events |
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Now is a time of foolish fears |
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Emotions run high and needless tears are shed |
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He has the face of a friend |
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And shall reach across the world into every home |
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We invite him in and offer no defence |
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And with every given soul he reaches for his throne |
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He has the face of an Angel |
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As he leads us in the dance |
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Until we find ourselves......alone! |
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So we're standing in the Moviedrome |
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Staring at the shadows and the falling lights |
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Prisoners forever in the Moviedrome |
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Letting all the pictures be the |
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Guide to our fragile lives |
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Did we ever really learn? |
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Did we never really learn? |
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The human race has found it's own true home |
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The dwelling places of these high tech lies |
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The few that see the world beyond the Moviedrome |
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Must march on through the wilderness |
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Of fantasy, False images, And pride |