A constant mislabel of our spoken generation
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When did us children grow to feel so out of touch?
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Our sky's been exploding this we're watching on the TV
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The only chance of change is when we switch it off
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Watched for hours
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To find out
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We're not all dying
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We're lied to until our...
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Fear has enabled them to transfer more confusion
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The senses need to feed so we just eat it up.
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The constant bombardment we so thoughtlessly sit through
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We have a chance to change but we can't turn it off
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Watched for hours
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To find out
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We're not all dying
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We're lied to until our...
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Graves,
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And what we've seen has their ratings up one more
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Day,
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And our attention is craving
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We can't find a reason just to think all for ourselves
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And question their motives
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Your hand controls it
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Watched for hours
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To find out
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We're not all dying
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We're lied to until our...
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We're so encouraged to find out
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So the TV stays on
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(When was the last time you thought about what you know)
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(And who told you what to believe?)
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More Words Than Not
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| Tabula Rasa |
