| Dazed, intentions I can’t show, an undeserving man, just a fallen dream,
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| that we act.
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| Just like machines, we fabricate the means.
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| So burn it all, it’s only been true, for so long and drifting on, to you.
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| And open wounds, the kind that you left, when you came inside, ohh, you came in.
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| Shape and form delineate and feelings come, to life, I’ll meet you on the moon,
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| if you’d say.
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| Just look me, in my eye, repeating the charade, but only for a time.
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| Just like machines, we fabricate the means, mechanical and cold, you won’t,
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| let go, overload!
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| So burn it all, it’s only been true, for so long and drifting on, to you.
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| And open wounds, the kind that you left, when you came inside, ohh, you came in.
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| Just like machines, we fabricate the means, mechanical and cold,
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| you won’t let go.
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| And it’s lost, in your soul, open your eyes, believing all the lies,
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| the cost in your cries I’m lost, overload!
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| So burn it all, it’s only been true, for so long and drifting on, to you.
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| And open wounds, the kind that you left, when you came inside, ohh, you came in. |