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pushing all the buttons |
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trying to come to something |
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flying with his feet on the ground |
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full of dreams and visions |
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in a world of indecision |
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he ain't around to be pushed around |
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been a long time coming on |
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take a look at him now |
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and the days of If are gone |
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'cause he's showing us how |
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knowledge fuels the mind of the few |
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in a way that no - one's found |
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brave new answers screaming the truth |
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and the techno wins the crown |
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micro-kid with mega-thoughts |
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he is real, he is here, he is fashionable |
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micro-kid speaks digitalk |
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if you hear what he says it's acceptable |
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generating square waves |
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while computing new games |
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finally gets the chips off his back |
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a smile is on his face |
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erasing every trace |
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of doubt that plagues the rest of the pack |
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and his brain stores memories |
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no alternatives could come in |
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he's the living remedy |
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times are better than they were then |
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knowledge fuels the mind of the few |
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in a way that no-one's found |
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brave new answers screaming the truth |
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and the techno wins the crown |
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Chorus (Rpt.) |
