| We are just an investment,
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| We are some elaborate plan.
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| We are just an investment,
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| A pawn for whom they call «the man.»
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| Each of us a fragment,
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| Forming but a single piece.
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| Functional and overbearing,
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| Beautiful, but, underneath
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| We beg for it.
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| We scream for it.
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| A love to manifest and spread to the rest.
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| Oh, we claim America as bliss,
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| But beneath the skin we’re in love with the quick fix.
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| Oh, the world is too much to digest.
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| Naive like a child, we’re in love by the first kiss.
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| Fear or faith has always been a part of me But I know better than to trust a few men with guns (run! run!)
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| Or a carefully worded document.
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| I know I’m not the only one
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| Who begs for it.
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| We scream for it.
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| Oh, we claim America as bliss,
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| But beneath the skin we’re in love with the quick fix.
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| Oh, the world is too much to digest.
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| Naive like a child, we’re in love by the first kiss.
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| If (if) if (if) everyone loved (loved) loved (loved) just a little more.
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| If (if) if (if) everyone loved (loved) loved (loved) just a little more.
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| We beg for it.
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| We scream for it.
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| A love to manifest and spread to the rest.
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| Oh, we claim America as bliss,
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| But beneath the skin we’re in love with the quick fix.
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| Oh, the world is too much to digest.
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| Naive like a child, we’re in love by the first kiss.
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| Turn on. |
| Tune in. Turn off. |
| Drop out. |