And with these humble tools
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We can trigger any emotion we choose
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But we'll just settle to pump out repeated relics
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Diluted with time
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You see the airwaves are clogged up
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But the fickle they lap it up
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They need to be drowned in condiments
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And left to ponder sense
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Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
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Snap back to reality
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The turbulence is blowing us from side to side
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But no matter how hard you try
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Surrounded by cannon fodder inundated with
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Stagnant sounds
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Transformation in progress
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Transformation complete
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Lightning strikes
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A flash flood of colour
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I can't stand the heat
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Warm Smiles Do Not Make You Welcome Here
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| Enter Shikari |
