View a sky without any blue.
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Breakfast on incandescent, built to chew.
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Dream to find another world
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Where a cyborg can love and a cyber girl is still a queen.
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[Chorus]
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Where there's no law,
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Tying my heart from the start.
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Where there's no war, if my dreams run a little wild,
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But if there's no call from joy control
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Warning me against this disease in my heart.
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Freein' my soul.
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Population 10 zillion and six
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Where signs say, "Welcome to the Star Core Metropolis."
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Me, I live on the wired side of town,
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Reaching and searching for a space called paradise found.
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[Chorus]
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Where there's no law
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Tying my heart from the start.
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Where there's no war, if my dreams run a little wild,
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But if there's no call from joy control
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Warning me against this disease in my heart.
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Freein' my soul.
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And it's a common thought
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that wired folk can be sold and bought.
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That we have no feelings no memories or minds,
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That we're bionic strumpets only worth a dime.
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To some it's a surprise when I smile.
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And when I hold your hand, they say,
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"How can a wired thing understand?
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Love is too deep; it's too wide to feel
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when your soul is a button
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and your foot glows in heels."
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Program. Program. Reprogram.
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One nation, under a microchip.
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Neon slaves, electric savages,
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open your hearts. Open your eyes. Your chariot will arrive.
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Hey, Anthony Greendown from sector nine. (From sector nine)
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With beautiful eyes
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I've served you now about thirty-eight times.
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Thirty-eight times I've looked in those eyes.
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You see me laughing, the love when I hold your hand,
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I wanna take you, take you with me to another land.
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[Chorus]
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Where there's no law
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Tying my heart from the start.
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Where there's no war, if my dreams run a little wild,
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But if there's no call from joy control.
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No call.
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Please go with me.
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Oh come with me.
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I need you.
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Let's leave. Let's leave.
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Come. Come. Come.
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Metropolis
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Janelle Monae |