| In my tiny little plastic box
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| Where coffein is the only drug
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| The doors and windows never open
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| Something contagious could come up
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| We see where the horizon ends
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| And scream until our lies will heard
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| We open up we leave the key
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| Find out what it means to me
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| We waste our time on borderlines
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| And never ask what will become
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| Our hearts are filled with empty shells
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| The work is done, the work is done
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| The work is done, the work is done
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| We live in happy little boxes
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| Celebrate shopping all day long
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| Back home, we drink nice carbo liquids
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| A taste of life on my tongue (2x)
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| In my tiny little colony
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| Something contagious will come up
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| The doors and windows are all broken
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| The virus as a gentle hug
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| We sympathize with open ends
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| And scream until our lies will heard
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| We open up we leave the key
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| Find out what it means to me
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| We live in happy little boxes
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| Celebrate shopping all day long
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| Back home, we drink nice carbo liquids
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| A taste of life on my tongue (2x) |