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His world is under observation |
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We monitor his station |
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Under faces and the places |
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Where he traces points of view |
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He picks up scraps of conversation |
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Radio and radiation |
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From the dancers and romancers |
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With the answers but no clue |
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He'd love to spend the night in Zion |
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He's been a long while in Babylon |
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He'd like a lover's wings to fly on |
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To a tropic isle of Avalon |
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His world is under anesthetic |
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Subdivided and synthetic |
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His reliance on the giants |
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In the science of the day |
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He picks up scraps of information |
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He's adept at adaptation |
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Because for strangers and arrangers |
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Constant change is here to stay |
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He's got a force field and a flexible plan |
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He's got a date with fate in a black sedan |
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He plays fast forward just as long as he can |
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But he won't need a bed |
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He's a digital man |
