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What makes your tapping toes so much better than mine? |
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When the hours are lonesome, is it all that you think about? |
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We're all fingers and toes, shoulders and spines: |
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but you're all eyes at the moment, is there more to your sight? |
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Jesus man, there's high stakes! Aren't you concerned that when |
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the dopamine's gone there's nothing left of you? |
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That don't matter to you, I guess it's Friday night... |
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I'll come out with you too. |
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How could you possibly know at your first taste, |
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of the strength of its |
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hold or the length of a day? |
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You were young, you were bored, |
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it was something to try? Wasn't it? |
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Well you're all eyes at the moment, |
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is that pleasure of fright? |
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Jesus man there's high stakes! |
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Aren't you concerned that when the dopamine's |
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gone there's nothing left of you? |
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Well that don't matter to you, I guess it's Friday night... |
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I'll go out with you too; |
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we'll get some Digital Love until our faces are numb. |
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There's no greater evil than it. |
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Jesus man there's high stakes! |
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Aren't you concerned that when the dopamine's |
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gone there's nothing left of you? |
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Well you can hardly refuse now that it's Tuesday night, |
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Yeah it's not up to you now that the Digital Love, |
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has gone and swallowed you whole. |
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Digital Love. |
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(There's no greater evil than it.) |