| You won’t believe your eyes
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| Once you notice
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| What we’ve got on the inside
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| Toys all sizes come to life
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| All the same is your demise
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| You don’t need to fray
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| Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
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| In this carnal factory
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| Poppy’s coming out to play
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| We’re on a lockdown close to overnight
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| Welcome to an isolation
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| Make way for desolation
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| We want to play
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| We haven’t ratatat-tatted with a friend or two in a while or few
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| We’ve wasted our time
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| Lampooned and dancing in the dark
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| Waiting for daylight
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| Don’t let them, know from outside
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| We’re a wilder party than ever seen before
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| You got caught red handed
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| No surprise
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| No place but forward motions
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| Rainbows of pure emotions
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| Makes fun a chore
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| But I’m sure you’re familiar with gate crashed parties full of prepped up
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| Barbies
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| And a violent décor
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| Your sweet but sensitive deplore
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| Makes use of our daily fight
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| Merciful corners will cave into your chest
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| There’s no lifeline on the screen
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| 'Cause we’re coming for you next
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| You won’t believe your eyes
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| Once you notice
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| What we’ve got on the inside
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| Toys all sizes come to life
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| All the same is your demise
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| You don’t need to fray
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| Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
|
| In this carnal factory
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| Poppy’s coming out to play
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| You won’t believe your eyes
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| Once you notice
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| What we’ve got on the inside
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| Toys all sizes come to life
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| All the same is your demise
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| You don’t need to fray
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| Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
|
| In this carnal factory
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| Poppy’s coming out to play
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| (You ain’t going home)
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| (You're a slave to the factory line)
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| (In this carnal factory)
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| (Poppy's coming out to play)
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| You thought escape was a compromise
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| But the feeling of dread threads through the lies
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| Holding back on the fresh start occupied by cries
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| But the fact remains, We’re a broken curse enraged
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| By the fear of a loneliness unexplained
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| We can’t be tamed, and you’re to blame
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| Exposure made us insane
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| But can you blame us
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| We were chained up made to dance with no more spark
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| So don’t shame us
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| 'Cause it’s you who’ll tap alone in the dark
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| We were made, with a screw loose in our brain left to rot
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| Left to be the failures
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| Followed by an endless sea of whole abominations no longer free
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| But now that you’re here with me, let you see what I mean
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| (You won’t believe your eyes)
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| (Once you notice)
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| (What we’ve got on the inside)
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| (And if you’re like me, you’d know pain from the machine)
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| (You don’t need to fray)
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| (Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day)
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| We’re gonna break your heart
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| Once you notice
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| What we’ve killed from the inside
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| Broken toys unsupervised
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| Back to work my sweet decline
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| And when disarray
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| Builds our empire large we’ll know to cease the day
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| From this carnal factory
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| Now we’re rising up today
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| You won’t believe your eyes
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| Once you notice
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| What we’ve got on the inside
|
| Toys all sizes come to life
|
| All the same is your demise
|
| You don’t need to fray
|
| Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
|
| In this carnal factory
|
| Poppy’s coming out to play
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| (What we’ve got on the inside)
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| (And if you’re like me, you’d know pain from the machine)
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| (You ain’t going home)
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| (You're a slave to the factory line)
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| (In this carnal factory) |