| You’re medicated, deeply and always intoxicated
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| Cheaply vacating to the sands of the beaches in your brain
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| And it’s true
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| We are two
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| Of a kind
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| And we’re blind to the lives
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| That live beside our very side
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| I’m too synthetic, and oh how I tire of the small talk
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| I end up spending life inside the throws of my mind
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| You’re separated from lovers, friends, and changes
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| It’s crucial to your happiness to take those trips far from your pain
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| And it’s true
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| We are two
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| Of a kind
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| And we’re blind to the lives
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| That live beside our very side |