Murder Monroe - Plugged in Revolution Lyrics
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Plugged in Revolution
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What Are The Lyrics For Plugged in Revolution By Murder Monroe?
If I speak the words
That no one wants to hear Will I be hailed the hero Will I instate some sense of fear We don't talk anymore There's no human connection If it weren't for these devices We'd have no sense of direction It's a life full of innovation Where the innovated are dumb Screaming out for pain 'Cause all they feel is numb They offer up advice Without a single solution, whoa Plugged in revolution Plugged in revolution When you speak a dead language You get used to being alone Can't tell if your heart's still beatin' Or if it's been replaced with stone We don't talk anymore There's no human connection If it weren't for these devices Maybe there'd be more affection It's a life full of innovation Where the innovated are dumb Screaming out for pain 'Cause all they feel is numb They offer up advice Without a single solution, whoa Plugged in revolution Plugged in revolution It's a life full of innovation Where the innovated are dumb Screaming out for pain 'Cause all they feel is numb They offer up advice Without a single solution, whoa Plugged in revolution Plugged in revolution Plugged in revolution Plugged in revolution |
Who Wrote Plugged in Revolution By Murder Monroe?
Robin Murray, Taylor Jones, Marilyn Benefield, Edward Garcia
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What's The Duration Of The Plugged in Revolution By Murder Monroe?The duration of Plugged in Revolution is 311:0 minutes and seconds. |
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