| Early in the morning, before the sun could rise
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| Keeping to myself almost felt like a disguise
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| I couldn’t be the one to tell you what was off that day
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| Opening my mouth is the most dangerous game
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| Once upon a time, I never knew fear like this
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| I can’t remember how it happened, or why it did
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| Developing an obsession to open closed doors
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| Gave me a compulsive need to find out even more
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| And off we go to play telephone
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| Sharing what we know
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| But how long can we keep playing until the game
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| Undermines the status quo?
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| It’s all propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| I have a feeling I’m not alone (Not alone)
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| Don’t believe anything you see or hear
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| I can’t be the only one who knows (The only)
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| If we could go back, back then
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| When it was easier, they say ignorance is bliss
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| Why did I pick up the phone?
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| When it was easier, I should’ve stayed oblivious
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| Falling down the rabbit hole and running out of time
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| Hoping no one notices my thoughts are out of line
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| I know they know we know that something isn’t right
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| After this, my life eclipsed into fear day and night
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| A call to action, call for passion
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| Call for something more, for war
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| «If you’re not with us, you’re against us»
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| But I don’t like the odds, the score
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| Call me complicit, give me a minute
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| Let me decide, it’s my own life
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| I’m not about to pretend
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| These people are close to being my friends
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| Can I do it? |
| (I can run)
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| I could do it (I could run)
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| Should I do it? |
| (I should run)
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| I should do it (I should run)
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| And so I ran as fast as I could
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| Through the ocean of trees, through the sting of the breeze
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| And so I ran, I ran for my life
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| And I ran for a dream, for whatever that means
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| And so I ran as fast as I could
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| Through the ocean of trees, through the sting of the breeze
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| And so I ran, I ran for my life
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| And I ran for a dream, for whatever that means
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| And so I ran as fast as I could
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| Through the ocean of trees, through the sting of the breeze
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| And so I ran, I ran for my life
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| And I ran for a dream, for whatever that means
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| I ran for my life, I ran for my life
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| Every thought is sabotage
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| What a fool I am
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| But how long can we keep playing and playing?
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| Game after game
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| No-! |
| Losing game after losing game
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| It’s all
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| Propaganda! |
| Prop-propaganda!
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| Propaganda! |
| Prop-propaganda!
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| Propaganda! |
| Prop-propaganda!
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| Propaganda! |
| Prop-propaganda!
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| It’s all propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| I have a feeling I’m not alone (Not alone)
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| Don’t believe anything you see or hear, it’s
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| I can’t be the only one who knows
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda
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| Propaganda, prop-propaganda |