| Like science fiction
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| We’re under the glass again
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| And now I can’t remember
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| How life was outside, on the outside, yeah
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| They pull you one way
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| They push you back again, I know
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| To sow division
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| Poisoning minds, poisoning minds, so
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Anymore
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| Said it’s the good life
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| You get the gold or you get the lead
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| And if you stand up, you get it
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| In the back of the head, back of the head, yeah
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| And here I wonder
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| How I even know the names
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| Of the useless sons and daughters
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| Of a criminal class, criminal class, oh
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Anymore
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| Like science fiction
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| We’re under the glass again
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| Before we burn forever
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| Falling in line, falling in line, yes
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| These are the days of heaven
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| These are the people you can trust
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| And they always tell us
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| We are free in our minds, free in our minds, yeah
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| Free in our minds, free in our minds, yeah
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| Free in our minds, free in our minds, but
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Anymore
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Nobody knows what they want
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| Anymore |