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you've got all the right wheels on all the right cars
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and all of the planets must follow the stars
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and you cheat and you lie, and you're willing to die
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for the cash and the crash and the bomb in the sky
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and all the right scandals entertainment smash
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for the little blind puppet that could never lash
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and you hold it back, yeah you hold it back
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afraid that what you say will qualitatively lack
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and you hold it back - and you wont speak out
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you cant be off track - because they give you no doubt
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and they do it all again
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is there a goal here to defend?
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on televison they'll depend
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new world order cant afford to spend - no!
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it kills you!
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and all the right animals get all the right food
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and if it tastes just fine, well then i guess it's good
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and you feel and you try and you're willing to die
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if your town is a herd, or a cluster of sky
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and the city's the cage - and the music's the rage
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do you have to think less to live in the new age?
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and you hold it back, yeah you hold it back
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afraid that what you say will be wrong anyway...
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and you hold it back - and you wont speak out
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you cant be off track - because they give you no doubt
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and they do it all again
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is there a goal here to defend?
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on televison they'll depend
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new world order cant afford to spend - no!
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it kills you!
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and you need what they feed
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and you eat what they feed
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kill - destruction - intimidate - kill
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you eat what they feed!
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live your life in the first sector, sector 01
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because you cant even think for yourself
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cant even live for yourself
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sector 01
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State Of Being |