like a dead planet circling a
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dying star,
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passing the time
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in factories and bars
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blue lights flicker
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up and down the blocks
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harvested minds,
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no independent thoughts and the
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cold rain falls on the
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land of the free, you know the
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gate swings open but
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the beast won¡¯t leave and it¡¯s
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plugged in so long
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you¡¯re addicted to the current,
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plugged in so long
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you¡¯re addicted
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cog in the wheel,
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perpetuate the system
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signal is lost,
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but no one¡¯s left to listen
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seems like your soul is missing
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well the
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tank is empty
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but the cage refilled
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airwave static
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looking for a signal as the
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drugs kick in, one
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moment of silence
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before the pain fades one
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final reminder:
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that¡¯s better off
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just left alone
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so we
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push the amp until the
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speakers blow
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and a voice comes in across
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this shortwave radio
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just calling out
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what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here
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sheep in the flock,
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but the shepherd¡¯s missing
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signal is lost,
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but no one¡¯s left to listen
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this is my last transmission
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what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here, what
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are we doing here?
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Cog in the Wheel
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| Jaya The Cat |
