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These endless isles of commercial piles |
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with millions of items for miles and miles |
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Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy |
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I can't help but wonder |
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Somewhere in this place are we all just on display |
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And everywhere I see machines spewing out |
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Our violated dreams and, |
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And finally I cannot breathe |
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I cry out, but who will hear my screams? |
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I steer clear of my peers |
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Stampeding humans are everywhere |
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Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy |
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I can't help but wonder |
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Somewhere in this place are we all just on display |
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And everywhere I see machines spewing out |
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Our violated dreams and, |
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And finally I cannot breathe |
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I cry out, but who will hear my screams? |
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Who will hear me? |
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And everywhere I see machines spewing out |
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Our violated dreams and, |
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And finally I cannot breathe |
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I cry out, but who will hear my screams? |
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And everywhere this factory |
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Just goes on |
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Into eternity and |
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I know I've fallen in too deep |
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I cry out, but who will hear my screams? |
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Who will hear me? |
