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you wake in the morning, but you're hard to find a look in the mirror, what you've left behind you go to your job, or you wander round theres plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found you're a late 20th century postmodern refugee a late 20th century postmodern tragedy theres nothing that'll move ya theres plenty to be bought theres no kind of mystery theres no new thought tied up in your neurotic airhead celebrities thats all you got you're a late 20th century postmodern refugee a late 20th century postmodern tragedy separated from nature and earth you foraged once now you're chained to a hearse you disappeared in that checkout line the price you paid was always just fine Letras de canciones you're a late 20th century postmodern refugee a late 20th century postmodern tragedy From Letras Mania