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All I see is spaceships

As my feet tread the pavement

My stomach's aching

My head is full of razor blades

It's alright

It's alright

But I see these fake puppets collapse

Like a limousine crash

And their terracotta cracks

Seeping water through the gaps

And it's not alright

It's not alright

Because our eyes are always glued to the screens

I haven't seen the sun since the '90s

Fragile like the ice upon which we walk

Sixty channels and nothing on TV

And I flow with the auras and energies

Millennial dreams suffocated in greed

I don't expect nothin' for free from the powers that be

I love these palm tree days, only five minutes late

And I've got my favourite seat on the bus

And I love these palm tree days, if this mood's maintained

Then everything we've got is enough

The speed bumps on the street

Drum a familiar beat

And I was moving to the rhythm

'Til the noise levels peaked

Now it's alright

It's alright

Because our eyes are always glued to the screens

The same old, it seems

I can feel the rays penetrating my brain

Now I'm a slave to the technologies

But if I can just adjust to the heat

Simmer down a little, take a seat

I don't expect nothin' for free this side of the sea

And I love these palm tree days, only five minutes late

And I've got my favourite seat on the bus

And I love these palm tree days, if this mood's maintained

Then everything we've got is enough

I love these palm tree days

I love these palm tree days

Everything we have is enough

Everything we have is enough

I love these palm tree days

I love these palm tree days

Everything we have is enough

Everything we have is enough

And I love these palm tree days, only five minutes late

And I've got my favourite seat on the bus

And I love these palm tree days, if this mood's maintained

Then everything we've got is enough

Oh, and I love these palm tree days

I love these palm tree days

Everything we have is enough

Everything we have is enough