Help, help, I’m going insane!
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I communicate over my neck
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An e-mail here, a voicemail there
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I internet, call and fax at the same time!
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Fuck, shit, nothing is private
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I feel like a tele-prostitute
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Profit by speed, that’s what it’s all about
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The human as machine, it’s stupid!
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You can call me everywhere, REACHABLE BARBARIAN!
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You can fax me everywhere, REACHABLE BARBARIAN!
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You can mail me everywhere, REACHABLE BARBARIAN!
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You can buzz me everywhere, REACHABLE BARBARIAN!
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I admit, it’s handy at times
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But sometimes I feel like a multi-media-nutcase
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The portable bully, it rings everywhere
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Soft I hear saying: “There’s a fool again”
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Funeral, exams, nothing is sacred
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In your street and in your house, nowhere you’re safe
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The communication, it trots on
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Until you think, why am I doing this?
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Help, help, I’m going insane!
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I’m constantly reachable and I don’t know why
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Economically justified? I believe that
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But first my healthiness and then the rest!
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Fuck, shit, nothing is private
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I feel like a tele-prostitute
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Profit by speed, that’s what it’s all about
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The human as machine, it’s stupid!
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Reachable Barbarian
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| Heideroosjes |
