| I don’t know what happens to me.
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| My memory is an enormous mess.
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| Where have I been, what have I done, I’m tired like hell.
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| Oh Jesus Christ, what’s on the floor, what is this smell?
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| My house is black, it’s strange — I like sunlight.
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| I’m starting to guess, I fear this guessing is right.
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| Some shadows disguise the scene inside my alien room.
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| I try to get up, stand up, move up — my future is doom.
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| I am sick, I need to get outside.
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| Ten seconds more will damage my mind.
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| How I’m glad to come into the street — fresh air heals.
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| Why does everyone point out at me, like I have just killed?
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| Freeze! |
| Weapon down! |
| Put your hands up!
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| You have the right to remain silent!
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| I do not believe you are talking to me
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| There is some mistake, some misfortune.
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| I said: Freeze! |
| Weapon down! |
| Put your hands up!
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| You have earned the right to be killed now!
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| Healing bullet flies right through my heart
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| There is some mistake, some misfortune.
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| I was always with you,
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| You refused to believe.
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| My domination grew.
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| So do you feel yet relieved?
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| I was always you. |