I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes, like a trampled flag On a city street, oh yeah, and i don't want it, the things you're Offering me, symbolized bar code, quick i.d., oh yeah, i'm a 21st Century digital boy, i don't know how to live (or read) but i've got a Lot of toys, my daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual, my mommy's On valium, she's so ineffectual, ain't life a mystery? i can't explain It, the things they're saying to me, it's going yayayayayayaya, oh Yeah, i tried to tell you about no control, but now i really don't Know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer, is that really All you have to offer?
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