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No one seems to notice that the world is turning 'round
No one seems to notice that were spinning 'round the sun
I gotta go
I gotta run
No time to stop and wonder why
No time to dream
No time to think
No time to look inside my mind
I can't help but feeling they're stealing away our souls
I can't help but notice the motion of life is out of control
And we believe as children do*
No one seems to even taste of breath within our lungs
No one seems to see the ball of fire in the sky
Quick and easy
Shake and bake
The treadmill of the nine to five
Internet sex
Cable TV
Buy now, pay later
Elvis died fat
The rush and the thrush covers my mind with a haze of gray
I gaze into your eyes but there lies no sign of life at all
* Chorus
1999 - Caeser Pink
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