| Black horizon, fading light
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| Organic poison, electric sights
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| Jerky movements, a clockwork toy
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| Tempting plug-ins for eternal joy
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| No pain no fears no blood, and no tears
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| Empty covers when love dissappears
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| Wings of time they’re connected in a line
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| In cyberia where the glass people live
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| No request for life no affection, no reply
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| In cyberia where the glass people live
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| A sound of silence no single word
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| Could break the darkness in cyberworld
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| Suspicious kindness with x-ray eyes
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| Is penetrating into every kind
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| No pain no fears no blood, and no tears
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| Empty covers when love dissappears
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| Wings of time they’re connected in a line
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| In cyberia where the glass people live
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| No request for life no affection, no reply
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| In cyberia where the glass people live. |