| It’s in the air that we breathe
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| Are we infected?
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| Constantly searching for spare parts
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| It’s in the cumulus clouds
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| madness
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| The perks of being upside down
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| Don’t worry, I’ll hurry
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| To make sure our memory’s erased
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| No hiccups, no back-ups
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| We’re on the edge
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| Our world’s crumblin' down
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| It’s turnin' inside out
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| Our world’s crumblin' down
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| It’s just a simple glitch of the heart
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| It’s just a rhythmical flaw that’s taking over
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| Losing control slowly
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| A superficial repair that kept us going
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| It will never keep us together
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| Don’t worry, I’ll hurry
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| To make sure our memory’s erased
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| There’s hiccups, no back-ups
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| We’re on the edge
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| Our world’s crumblin' down
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| It’s turnin' inside out
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| Our world’s crumblin' down
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| It’s just a simple glitch of the heart
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| I’ll worry, you’ll hurry
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| To make sure our memory’s erased
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| There’s hiccups, no back-ups
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| We’re on the edge
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| Our world’s crumblin' down
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| It’s turnin' inside out
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| Our world’s crumblin' down
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| It’s just a simple glitch of the heart |