| Another day, another fantasy
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| I’ve been hidden for a long time
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| Behind a solitary door
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| And I was screaming alone
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| And I was searching for another place
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| To perceive other things
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| And to see other faces
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| So far, so far away…
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| Be my lips, and you’ll taste the unreal
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| Be my eyes and you’ll see the unreal
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| Be my hands and you’ll keep the unreal
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| Be what you want… unreal
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| This is me, my reality
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| Maybe you think that I am insane
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| Anyway, I need to be myself
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| And I don’t know what you’re living now
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| But I know that I am far away…
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| Away from your city
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| From your identity
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| I am born again
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| Be my lips, and you’ll taste the unreal
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| Be my eyes and you’ll see the unreal
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| Be my hands and you’ll keep the unreal
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| Be what you want… unreal
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| Marking my skin like in a déjà-vu
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| That I cannot live without
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| Mercury’s flowing through
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| Is flowing through my veins…
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| Be my lips, and you’ll taste the unreal
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| Be my eyes and you’ll see the unreal |