| It all about status updates, sample drum brakes
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| A hole in the head, and the lifelong Monday
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| Baby bloomers and new computers
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| Social networks, billion users
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| Information, Infomercials
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| Crop circles and trophy wives
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| Hard drives and hate crimes
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| State lies, free steak knives
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| Right-wrong riots and rising tides
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| Catalogs buy and a lord of brides
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| Brand names and video games
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| All it takes in minimum wage
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| Wiki leaks in the world of police
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| Secret files and cover up leads
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| The hunger, the feast
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| The church and the priest
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| And the prelate facing the east
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| (East!)
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| This modern world
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| Keeps me spinning around
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| My god, my feet
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| Don’t touch the ground
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| You can live life online
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| You can live a life of crime
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| You can live mine
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| Whatever you want you can find
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| You can get fined
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| You can get filmed from behind
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| It’s a gold rush, let’s get famous
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| Act shameless, call it neighbors
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| You can call it art
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| You can call it us
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| You can call it pop
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| And watch it climb the charts
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| High rollers and child soldiers
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| Party people and jive holders
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| Cash culture and clashed cultures
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| Market crashes, atlas shrugs
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| It’s a leaky boat that we’re all in
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| And the privileged life is a-callin'
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| Through the country’s boarders you’re pourin'
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| Put your hands up now the sky is fallin'
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| This modern world
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| Keeps me spinning around
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| My god, my feet
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| Don’t touch the ground
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| This modern world
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| Keeps me spinning around
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| My god, my feet
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| Don’t touch the ground
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| We are alive in desperate times
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| The best of times, messed up times
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| Build that fire, chase that prize
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| Everybody wants a bigger piece of the pie
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| These are the days of the disconnect
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| Distant satellites intercept
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| Warfare fought in infrared
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| Everything you think is incorrect
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| My intellect needs disinfectant
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| Too much information
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| Too hectic
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| Twenty-first century I’m shipwrecked in it
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| And we’re all just tryin' to connect with it
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| And oh my god where do I fit in
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| Apocalypse now every now and then
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| The world is a book with a cliffhanger plot
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| And we all want to know how it ends
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| This modern world
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| Keeps me spinning around
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| My god, my feet
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| Don’t touch the ground |