| Out with the old.
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| And in with the new.
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| If they forgot me,
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| they’ll never find you.
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| Out there, life was a game.
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| But I will never be the same.
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| Lights on, we owned the party.
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| Lights off, we owned the halls.
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| One simple slip up led to Freddy Fazbear’s fall.
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| Our bodies left disheveled.
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| Our souls still trapped inside.
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| A dusty shell is all where we have left to hide.
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| Did they think it funny when they built that plastic bunny?
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| Did they think it could replace me?
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| Did they think they could erase me?
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| Did they?
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| Synthetic Agony.
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| It’s all that’s left of me…
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| Out there, they call my name.
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| But I will never feel the same.
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| I wonder what they blew on
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| those plastic childrens' toys.
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| They think it’s fun to protect all the girls and boys.
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| But come the darker hours, it seems we share a goal.
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| For them: a glitch
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| For us: our very heart and soul
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| Doesn’t change the fact that my whole purpose has been whacked.
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| This doesn’t change my views of who I am and who are you.
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| Synthetic Agony
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| It’s all that’s left of me…
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| Out there, I saw some fame.
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| And now, I know, just who to blame.
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| Something borrowed, something new.
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| Zero doors and just one you.
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| Synthetic Agony
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| It’s that’s left of me…
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| All grudges left forgotten.
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| All broken parts aside.
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| Not much could ever stop us from having a good time…
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| Synthetic Agony
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| Not much that’s left of me…
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| Synthetic Agony
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| Synthetic Agony |