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After sunrise when they put their faces on |
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They compose and find themselves |
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In their instant milk coffees |
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Driving in a plastic seated omnibus |
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Plastic people's parade's moving |
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Slowly to the void, to the void |
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They have tinkered up their own philosophies |
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Daring not to think too much |
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Pretending to be cool |
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Never mind, there might be a deeper sense |
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Cracking silly jokes for idiots |
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Living in their trash, in their trash |
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Hey you plastic people |
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Proud, please keep flexible |
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Where do you go when your time is gone |
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What will you do if the day has come now |
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A plastic pachyderm could be their president |
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Lying pamphlets for the people |
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Would influence their choice |
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When it's dark, just might see their private moon |
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Looking like a curry sausage |
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On a plastic spoon, plastic spoon |
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Hey you plastic people |
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Proud, please keep flexible |
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Where do you go when your time is gone |
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What will you do if the day has come |
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What will you do |
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What will you do |
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What will you do |
