| Is anybody really free, prisoners of
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| The strange society
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| Why is it we’re forced to be products
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| Of the new reality
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| Drifting through time and space
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| And all the while
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| Feeling out of place
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| I’m out of reach
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| Waiting for the time to come
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| And every second always on the run
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| Looking for love once more
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| Then turning back and closing every door
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| Thinking that what might have been
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| Had that itch not gotten 'neath your skin
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| Praying to an idol sign
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| Believing this can keep your dream alive
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| Worried 'bout the waste of youth
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| Hoping that with age there will come truth
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| Dying to get out in time
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| Before the shadows start to cloud your mind |