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Sheila Nicholls - Peanuts lyrics
we were searching for some kind of love will this human bowl ever be filled when we're so distracted anyway talking about eating peanuts for another day appalled by what i see as nothing less than manufactured images of my happiness insults all over work humanity and corporations dictate who's a slave and who is free well they said desire would design the market but if you have the money you can plant desire in peoples heads and make them believe they need something that they don't people buy an image before they buy their food and if we keep selling based on people's insecurities we'll just make them bigger and perpetuate mass blindness they're leaving the movie theatre he wants a hercules happy meal he wants a T-shirt, the sneakers, and the sword hes only four but he's learned to consume til he's bored hes only four but he's learned to consume til he's bored and i amuse myself by thinking about a day that i might see where every product that is sold reminded us to be where the external consumption is merely temporary if you want real love, if you want real love, comsume internally if you want real love, comsume internally if you want real love, comsume internally |
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