| Rows and rows of aisles for miles
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| And intercoms with screens that smile
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| And angry hands continue shaking
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| A hole as large as humankind
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| With no redeeming thing to buy
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| Calls to every soul worth saving
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| Welcome to the mask machine
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| Be someone else forever
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| We see the labels in my head
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| We’re beautiful, our boss is dead
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| There’s nothing like an ego feeding
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| And when I get what I deserve
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| With love for sale and gold for dirt
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| I’ll worship every fleeting aching
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| Welcome to the mask machine
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| Be someone else forever
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| Make me extra small
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| Beautiful and tall
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| Be anyone else forever
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| Fill my void
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| I want too much
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| Peel the layers one by one
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| A mask beneath a mask, undone
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| To shine the light on real and wild
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| And turn the world from dead to child
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| Peel the layers one by one
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| A mask beneath a mask, undone
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| To shine the light on real and wild
|
| And turn the world from dead to child
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| When I get what I deserve
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| With love for sale and gold for dirt
|
| I’ll worship every fleeting aching
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| Welcome to the mask machine
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| You can be someone else forever
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| Make me extra small
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| Beautiful and tall
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| Be anyone else forever |