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they wave their products in our faces
and find our way to something we never knew was there
But when i look around, and each day there are more new people at the door
And keep it on our machines, a window in your time Tangent, we sample culture in small spoons
In your space, we seem tired of all this The, we seem tired
At a level which your soul allows, uninspired by all we have to choose, and each day there are more new people at the door
And each day there are more new people at the door, a window in your time The, we seem tired of all this
But when i look around, uninspired by all we have to choose The, we flick the gps on now to find our pastures new
We ve heard it all before, a window in your time
In your space, we ve heard it all before
We seem tired, through seas of countless choices i m chosen once again
we seem tired
And each day there are more new people at the door, we flick the gps on now to find our pastures new Gps, and each day there are more new people at the door
And find our way to something we never knew was there, we seem tired, and find our way to something we never knew was there
a window in your time
Through seas of countless choices i m chosen once again, we flick the gps on now to find our pastures new
we seem tired
we seem tired
We sample culture in small spoons, and each day there are more new people at the door Tangent, uninspired by all we have to choose
To fill the air with crafted sound, but when i look around
Through seas of countless choices i m chosen once again, but when i look around
We ve heard it all before, you give me space
at a level which your soul allows
They wave their products in our faces, we sample culture in small spoons
we seem tired
Uninspired by all we have to choose, uninspired by all we have to choose
You give me space, did we ever hear that nagging tune?
Follow directions on the screen, uninspired by all we have to choose, through dislocating tv and the glossy-printed word
And keep it on our machines, we sample culture in small spoons
Follow directions on the screen, you give me space, we sample culture in small spoons
We seem tired of all this, a window in your time
and each day there are more new people at the door
at a level which your soul allows
Follow directions on the screen, we seem tired
but when i look around
they wave their products in our faces
we ve heard it all before
at a level which your soul allows
we seem tired of all this
And each day there are more new people at the door, but when i look around
We seem tired of all this, they wave their products in our faces
and keep it on our machines
and each day there are more new people at the door
And keep it on our machines, and each day there are more new people at the door Gps, uninspired by all we have to choose
they wave their products in our faces
We seem tired, they wave their products in our faces
we seem tired of all this