| Progress versus risk
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| Chaos and control
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| A sluggish titan’s brisk
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| Descent international
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| A completely unremarkable excursion across the ocean
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| Caught the eye of the world
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| Technology expanded rapidly with great devotion
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| From the sky, from the world at large
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| There’s fire on both sides of the door
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| And fire’s a good disciple, but wicked master
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| Paralyzed in time
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| Colourized and brilliant
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| The future paradigm
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| Would prove to be resilient
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| A completely flawed analysis of future tech’s tenacity
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| Caught the eye of the world
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| As their hopes and dreams took fire right before their eyes
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| Winds of change blow the whole worldwide
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| With the swiftness of a flash
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| It was captured in a photograph
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| When transitory memory became permanent
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| And we remember always
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| As they pour us into molds
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| We remember because
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| We’re malleable as gold
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| Fireball and tower
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| Conceal the swastika
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| Which might have served to sour
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| Our desired erotica
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| A completely overlooked detail
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| Omission is deception
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| Retract, denied by the world
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| Emblazoned on the rudders
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| And plastered on the tail
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| It might have caught the eye of the world
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| The biggest things that I cannot remember
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| The little things that I cannot forget about when I’m alone in bed
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| A picture might make my memory better
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| No matter how much I might regret the fact, it gets into my head
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| So take my picture, I’m decomposing
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| Make it a solemn silhouette
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| Cause this time is no different
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| It might help you not forget my feeble voice
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| So take my picture as I burn
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| And print it out for all to see
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| Because words are wind
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| But image impacts our collective memory
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| So take my picture, I’m decomposing
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| Make it a solemn silhouette
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| Cause this time is no different
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| It might help you not forget
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| So take my picture as I burn
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| And print it out for all to see
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| Because words are wind
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| But image impacts our collective memory |