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Red eyes break the silence of night skies Our
alarm clocks make the sun rise Espresso controls
the tides Programs and numbers keep everything
under control All circuits busy Another digit
Here in the Emerald City Swarms of giant silver
flies are buzzing all over head The decomposing
masters of Kung-fu, rock and roll All these
luxuries are very Tangled up in a big scary Web
of systems Are we ready for what happens When all
the systems fail Were the Right Bros. Fucking high
On some kind of LSD ? When they got up in the air
What did they see Everybody here on the ground
Doing the Y2K countdown Left wing Right wing 99
you better duck!
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