| Your second self
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| Within the incoherence, the dysfunction, hallucinations
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| Fight with the realm of reality
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| Motionless, you broadcast your thoughts and ideals
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| You exist on display
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| Unsatisfied
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| Your emptiness
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| Your escape
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| With limited rules and consequences
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| Your definition of efficiency
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| The minimal loss of time
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| The maximum grant of pleasure
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| But you remain dry
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| Your disregard and lost interest
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| In the simplest and genuine life delights
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| They loss their sweetness within your new found life
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| Within your new found life
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| Keep digging
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| In the bottomless barrel of your illusions
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| With the certainty you can be anyone you want
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| You wear your new identities as if it was better fitted for you
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| Isn’t easier to erase
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| Then face your failures
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| This short term relief
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| Will leave you with a heavy social void
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| Each moment spent is taking you further from an end
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| From me and everyone else
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| Yet you can’t stop?
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| Didn’t you question yourself twice before
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| Making it your priority, your obsession
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| Yet you can’t stop?
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| With the lapse of time
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| It grew to be the leading portion of your life
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| Isolated, negligent, you can’t recollect
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| The amount of hours lost
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| Feeding lies to conceal what you actually do with your time
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| You barely sleep
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| And spend all your waken moments obsessing over your fiction
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| With all these hours lost
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| That you threw away
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| You could have accomplished great things
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| What have you gained?
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| There is no double life
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| Just one on…
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| There is no double life
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| Just one, just one
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| On decline
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| There is no double life
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| Just one on decline |