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Metal Fingers
Electric President
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Stand and move and walk across the water.
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Peel the cover from the city.
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Watch its insides twitch and smoke and rotate endlessly.
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Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water.
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Lots of other worlds exist.
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Soon enough we�ll tear them open.
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Soon enough we�ll break them too.
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Swimming. Watching concrete eat the ocean.
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Metal fingers scrape the skies.
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The windows look like Christmas lights from out here.
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Floating. Counting clouds. They�re slowly fading.
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Blending in with cardboard skies.
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Soon we�ll manufacture replicas.
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It�s all replaceable.
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From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches.
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Like they�re holding the world together; like it�ll blow any minute.
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And I�ve got another thought I�ll keep to myself.
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Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all comes off.
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There�s nothing new to discover, there�s nothing new to invent.
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There�s nothing new to think that hasn�t been thought of before.
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And there�s nothing to believe we haven�t already forgotten.
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There�s nothing left, there�s nothing new, there�s nothing�
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No, no, no, no.
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And I�ve got another dream I�ll keep to myself.
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Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole.
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And I�ve got a bottle I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I�d always meant to send.
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We�d speak our minds and change the world.
We�d fix the past and pave the way.
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But now we�re fresh out of heroes; now we�ve run dry on hope.
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There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes.
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And holes, within holes, within holes, within you.
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And a place to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference.
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