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Lyrics
i see the faces, the faces on the boulevard
All just faces for one another to disregard
They're all thinking of their past actions
Just waiting for their equal, opposite reactions
As i see it when i see people caught unaware
There's a spark in the brain simulation
And those whose very nature casually declares
"I have got it going on,
I have got it going on."
(chorus)
My brainwaves have been swaying,
i want to tip the world on its side,
You must be careful of what you are saying,
You never know what culture,
You'll be tomorrow
A whole world of people walking, jingling car-keys in their pockets
They think they have a better place to be
At least i know i don't, i don't have a care in the world
i've learned how to stop trying not to think abstract
There's an old man having nightmares of a finishline
He's afraid, but still he'll soon be replaced
By the inevitablity of the metaphorical sunlight
That bursts suddenly from across the horizon
(chorus)
My brainwaves have been swaying,
i want to tip the world on its side,
You must be careful of what you are saying,
You never know what culture you'll be tomorrow,
You never know what way your brainwaves'll be swaying,
And perception works in weird ways,
What a weird way, what a weird way
What a weird way, what a weird way
What a weird, weird way
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