| It is your new best friend, new eye in your private den
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| And you can find the world inside it every day
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| They know what you did today, hear everything you say
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| And when they send you mail,
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| They know where you will go sometime next year
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| They know your life, they have file about you
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| They built your life, so they
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| Know what you like and know what you yearn
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| but they don’t know a thing about me
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| I’m not that easy, I’m blank file in their memory
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| Caught in the web again, inside your private den
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| Where you can go to moon or meet some people
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| you will never see
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| You are a file in there, money in a open fair
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| You’re a slave among the slaves, waiting for Y2K with a fear
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| They know your life, they have file about you
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| They built your life, so they
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| Know what you like and know what you yearn
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| but they don’t know a thing about me
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| I’m not that easy, I’m blank file in their memory
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| Still they try to take over, control my life,
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| but no one can do it but me
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| I’m not that easy, I’m blank file in their memory
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| Know what you like and know what you yearn
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| but they don’t know a thing about me
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| I’m not that easy, I’m blank file in their memory
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| I am waiting, hoping and praying,
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| To see — how this — will end — when they go down.
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| How can it be, that you cannot see
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| what they are doing with thee
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| You are a life, new file in their memory, now they
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| Know what you like and know what you yearn
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| but they don’t know a thing about me
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| I’m not that easy, I’m blank file in their memory
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| How can it be, that you cannot see
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| what they are doing with thee
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| Spending you time, living your life
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| inside their machines there is one empty file, it is |