When I hear.... the sound of concrete and steel
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I sense a rythm, that science can't feel
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I feel the beat.... of our hearts as one
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I hold your colour, when my vision is gone
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This power is something but the force is blind
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Transmitted through a network, of your own kind
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As minutes tick away.... and days become years
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I know this old feeling, it's a substance in my tears
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And the kids on the street
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And the kids everywhere
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And all I gotta say is the kids don't care
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When i hear...................
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I sense a rythm...............
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I feel the beat...............
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I hold your colour............
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When you've got me running and you stop my machine
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You try to tell me something, that has never been
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When you stop me running, with my own pack
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You know you've got me swearing that I'll get my own back
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New Age
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