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Part of the nameless masses |
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Part of the big machine |
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You're nothing but a cogwheel, man |
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Well died, conform, replaceable |
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Think - sometimes you wake up |
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Act - and wonder why |
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You're free to think that you're free |
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But somewhere truth is lost |
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The drudgery you like each day |
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Is all you know, you don't complain |
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Do you want to be a mechanical man? |
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Don't you want to be free? |
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Do you know your mind is no longer your own? |
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You will always be a mechanical man |
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You can never be free |
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Being unaware of the powers you serve |
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You life's a vicious circle |
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You move but get nowhere |
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The only way you know to break out |
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Is dreaming on the video |
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Think - you've got to shape up |
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Act - to make a change |
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But then you're just a chess piece |
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In someone else's game |
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He makes the move, you have your place |
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And destiny is preordained |
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So many others like you |
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They're living senseless lives |
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They will obey and walk their way |
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With vacant stares and empty minds |
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Think - sometimes they wake up |
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Act - and wonder why |
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But we are much too burned out |
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To light the flame of hope |
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The revolution will not come |
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Our minds are tied behind our backs |
