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Happy life with the machines scattered around the room. |
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Look what they made; they made it for me... happy technology! |
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Outside the Lions roam feeding on remains... |
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We'll never leave, look at us now; |
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So in love with the way we are here! |
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[Chorus:] |
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The world that the children made... |
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The world that the children made, here! |
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The world that the children made, here! |
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The world that the children made. |
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Every night they rock us to sleep, digital family! |
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Is it real? Or is it a dream? Can you believe in machines? |
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Outside, the beating sun, can you hear the screams? |
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We'll never leave, look at us now. |
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So in love with the way we are here! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Long Pause/Instruments, then a slightly less happy tone] |
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Happy life...with the machines scattered around the room. |
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Look what they made, they made it for me; happy technology! |
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Outside the lions roam feeding on remains. |
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We'll never leave, look at us now; |
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So in love with with the way we are here! |
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[Chorus] |
