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02.07.2007 |
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2. | Eureka |
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5. | In The Zone |
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7. | Talk |
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9. | Eliminate |
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11. | Fear Of Fragility |
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Computer, tell me why I
Am not content or in love with a simple feeling?
I ask, for I have lost my self of peace and you are extra-ordinarily clever.
Computer, tell me why I
Am not content or in love with a simple feeling?
I ask, for I have lost my self of peace and you are extra-ordinarily clever.
Computer!
Computer!
There are things we cannot know
Step inside the mainframe.
Computer, tell me why I
Am not content or in love with a simple feeling?
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we will carry away
from your desks
to the outerregious and beyond
we will carry away
from your desks
to the outerregious and beyond
wite me a letter
work out how to fly
the future is better
for you and i
theres a grand old place
sounds like utopia
carry me away
(carry me away)
we will carry away
from your desks
to the outerregious and beyond
we will carry away
from the desks
to the outerregious and beyond
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This weekend I constructed a model for the answer
It wasn't very easy
But these things never are I suppose.
The idea came upon me -
"A model for the weekend"
I put my hands upon it
And held it up for everyone.
I put my hands upon it
Capturing it's beauty.
I put my hands upon it
And now I cannot tear them away.
Model, you
Model, you
Model, you left me in ruin.
I have a model for you
I made on my computer
I wrecked my head on Tuesday:
I am far from perfect.
The model is a beauty.
The model is a beauty.
I am far from perfect.
The model is a beauty.
Model, you
Model, you
Model, you left me in ruin.
And I am on the scrapheap now.
Model, you
Model, you
Model, you
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The people are becoming jealous
And concerned with conversation
We have a fondness for your glow
Devote ourselves to information.
The people are becoming jealous
And concerned with conversation
We have a fondness for your glow
Devote ourselves to information.
Is a man not beautiful
When asleep with his clammy face
On a convex window pane?
Showered with static kisses.
Is a man not beautiful
When asleep with his clammy face
On a convex window pane?
Showered with static kisses.
Oh, metal! We admire your form
Our bodies are warm
Let us marry.
Oh, metal! We admire your form
Our bodies are warm
Let us marry.
The people are becoming jealous
And concerned with conversation
We have a fondness for your glow
Devote ourselves to information.
Is a man not beautiful
When asleep with his clammy face
On a convex window pane?
Showered with static kisses.
Oh, metal! We admire your form
Our bodies are warm
Let us marry.
Oh, metal! We admire your form
Our bodies are warm
Let us marry.
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Curiosity scared us
I was not aware we could see it all
I was not aware
I was not aware
And now I am aware
It is utterly thrilling.
Utterly thrilling.
Utterly thrilling.
I am x-ray.
I am x-ray.
I am x-ray.
I love the skeleton.
I like the window
The cold crisp reality
The maze of veins and filaments
The horizontal and the vertical.
I am x-ray.
I am x-ray.
I am x-ray.
I love your skeleton.
I am x-ray...
It is utterly thrilling.
Utterly thrilling.
Utterly thrilling.
Utterly thrilling.
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Detach anchors from the frame
The grid has come alive again
It put me as charge through the wire
Held me in arms for a while
Give me life through the vein
The grid was born to life again
It said "I will not be torn away"
Keep me in arms
Girls and boys
Listen up and i will tell you how to find a place
I will tell you how to find your place
And i wonder, are you happy
Yeah i'd like it, if you were happy
I wonder, are you happy
Cus i'd like it, if you're happy
My dear, our paths are bound to cross
On the plane we both traverse
In mesh and wire bind me
Connect and finally disperse
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