| We’re unaware
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| We’re unaware
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| We’re unaware
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| Into an imperium with no right vision
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| Nice clean streets, pretty houses, and trees
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| Every day’s the same, everything is arranged
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| We are part of the game, nothing has changed
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| Sweet voices in your head selling you plastic life
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| Reruns of sitcoms in this paradise
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| I am running, running, running
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| We’re all running, running, running
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| We’re so pure, so rare
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| Slowly bleeding out, unaware
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| Running, running, running
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| We’re all running, running, running
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| We’re so pure, so rare
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| Slowly bleeding out, unaware
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| We’re unaware
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| We’re unaware
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| We’re unaware
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| Until we’re running out of air
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| Into an imperium with many illusions
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| Neon signs to a world of fairy tales
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| Every day’s the same, everyone’s just fake
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| We’re part of the game, we’re all on the take
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| Sweet voices in your head selling you plastic life
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| Reruns of sitcoms in this paradise
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| I am running, running, running
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| We’re all running, running, running
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| We’re so pure, so rare
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| Slowly bleeding out, unaware
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| Running, running, running
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| We’re all running, running, running
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| We’re so pure, so rare
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| Slowly bleeding out, unaware
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| Run, run, run
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| Run, run, run, run
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| Run, run, run
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| Run, run, run, run until we run out of air
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| They’re watching us
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| They are telling us what to do
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| We are unaware
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| Until we run out of air
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| I sit in silence now
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| No voices to wrap me in sweet illusion
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| No plastic promises
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| A false reality within this imperium, imperium
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| I am running, running, running
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| We’re all running, running, running
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| We’re so pure, so rare
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| Slowly bleeding out, unaware
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| We’re unaware
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| We’re unaware
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| We’re unaware
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| Until we’re running out of air
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| We’re unaware (We're unaware)
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| We’re unaware (We're unaware)
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| Until we run out of air |