| I see beyond this mortal toy
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| Neuromantic not surpised
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| To be a part of
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| Sci-defied reality
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| I see no TV, read no news
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| When I was young I blew a fuse
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| My days are strictly filled
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| With first-hand XP
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| I know I’m wise beyond my fears
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| And that’s really, really cool
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| Until I find myself
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| Logged on again
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| Andrew Lloyd World Wide Webber
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| Sing!
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| Sing me off this thing
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| I’m pinging all of the time
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| It’s really making me chime
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| Making me chime
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| (It's just you)
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| No it’s not
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| It does not belong to me
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| Something is breathing through me
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| And I don’t get it, that’s crude
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| Really that’s crud
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| (It's them)
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| No it is not
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| I can not blame anyone but m
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| Man
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| Yeah I know
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| What you mean
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| I’ve been half-asleep
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| For days and for weeks
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| Something
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| Is breathing through me
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| (You know how)
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| I can’t disconnect right now
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| My half-dead body’s kept awake
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| I’m hooked into a lung
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| These breaths are not my own
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| Though they trace to my IP
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| Mass consciousness feeds on us all
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| And I know this calls for presence
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| But right now I can’t
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| I’m just a
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| Man
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| Yeah I know
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| What it means
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| I’ve been half-asleep
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| For days and for weeks
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| Something
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| Is breathing through me
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| (You know how)
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| I can’t disconnect right now
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| I’m pinging all of the time
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| It’s really making me chime
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| Making me chime
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| (It's just you)
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| No it’s not
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| It does not belong to me
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| Something is breathing through me
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| And I don’t get it, that’s crude
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| Really that’s crude
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| (Pull the plug)
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| No I just can’t
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| I think I can control this now
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| Something is respirating me
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| (An alveolus that can be)
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| So much more
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| I disconnect right now |