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(jack hues) |
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A man lives in the city |
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Surrounded by machines |
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They take away his pity |
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And give him what he dreams |
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A stream of information |
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On a green letter screen |
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Makes him feel in touch with the world |
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And sure of what it means |
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Chorus: |
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At the speed of light you're in endless night |
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At the speed of sound you don't see the ground |
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And in your sports car with the windows down |
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And the radio on and you don't stop talking |
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Thanks, i'll keep walking |
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I'm doing things in my own way |
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Well i'm doing things as i please |
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And then everything else goes its own way |
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At the speed of life |
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A man lives in the city |
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Distracted by the news |
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From sitting down with the ones he loves |
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Or taking time to choose |
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And what of conversation? |
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And what is left when he dies? |
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Is there a diary of an honest man |
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To stand against the lies? |
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Repeat chorus |
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I'm doing things for their own sake |
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A picture on a screen won't do |
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I need to feel and touch it too |
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Do what i feel |
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I'm doing things for their own sake |
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I gotta find that essential, deep emotion |
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Get unhooked from this low commotion |
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And do what i feel |
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I'm doing things in my own way |
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I'm doing things in my own way |
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Well i'm doing things as i please |
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And then everything else goes its own way |
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At the speed of life |
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This is the speed of life |
