You work like a drone,
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Go home and jump on our bones,
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Is it wild how the long recline,
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Use the telephone,
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Long side of the track,
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We'll say that's where we met,
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You should take heed of a greater need,
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I'm not made of stone,
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Is anybody listening,
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Don't care, it's what you're pissing in,
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Cause where we're going now,
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They don't put you down,
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They don't stare you out,
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Where we're going now,
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Used to see you feeding your greed,
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You're leading me to feeling the need,
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In the wounds of your old platoon,
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You should let it bleed,
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Nothing ever happens as planned,
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Living with a claw for a hand,
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Stuck in a show with a girl in tow,
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And the laughter's canned,
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Is anybody listening?
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You're stuck with us through thick and thin,
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Where we're going now,
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They don't let you down,
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They don't stare you out,
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Where we're going,
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Where we're going now,
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Where we're going now,
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Where we're going now,
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Where we're going now,
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Now, now, now....
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The Drone
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Puressence |