| Get rid of something you like, to mix with medicine
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| Shots of pictures, that keep themselves on TV Screens
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| From an ad, it looked like fun
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| Walk straight, till it tilts the whole room
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| It’ll wad up nice
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| And my ease like the devil, is self cunning
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| My eyes can’t take it, my head don’t want it
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| I can’t see my feet
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| I’m walking straight now, I wanna go home now
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| Or eat something soon
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| But I can’t see through it, I can’t see through it
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| There’s no way home
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| With face like pillars
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| Walk past everything
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| But not really
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| Because our eyes meet
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| But if their hearts sort of bar off now
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| Live forever, in a few-second spell
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| I open my eyes now, and it gets inside me
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| And I get blessed
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| It’s so fog-like, I can’t see
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| And then I get dressed
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| Nothing can touch us because everything in us
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| Is digital code
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| I can’t see through it, there’s no way back
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| I can’t get home
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| Nothing can touch us, because everything in us
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| Is digital code
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| I can’t see through it, there’s no way back
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| I can’t get home
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| Nothing can touch us, because everything in us
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| Is digital code |