| You say I don’t communicate
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| No comment
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| I’d say it’s more of a long delay
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| We are all children of the echo
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| And time out of joint
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| Now you wanna know just what makes me tick tick
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| Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick…
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| I don’t tick I’m digital
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| Everything is black or white to me
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| I’m either on or off or on or off or on or off or on or off
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| I’m aiming high, I’m stooping low
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| We are the children of the echo
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| I was born in the middle of the second verse
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| (I was born in the middle of the second verse)
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| All my life I’ve tried to sing along
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| (All my life I’ve tried to sing along)
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| I’m not quite sure of all the words
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| (I'm not quite sure of all the words)
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| I haven’t got a clue just who wrote this song
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| (Haven't got a clue who wrote this song)
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| And it’s hard to hear your own voice in the midst of all these others
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| And everything’s the wrong way round when you’re looking in a mirror
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| And I’d really love to dance but I can’t find the one
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| I can’t find the one
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| I can’t find the one
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| I can’t find the one
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| I can’t find the…
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| Are you the one?
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| Are you the one?
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| The one, the two, one, two, three, oh!
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| I’m aiming high, I’m stooping low
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| We are the children of the echo
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| Hello
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| Hello?
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| Hello!
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| Hello!
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| Sooner or later everything will remind you of something else
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| So repeat after me
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| Repeat after me
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| I am breathing
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| (I am breathing)
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| I am dancing
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| (I am dancing)
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| I am the product of all my ancestors both living and dead
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| (I am the product of all my ancestors both living and dead)
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| I have created an all-seeing, all-knowing, almighty entity
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| Who does not care about me one bit
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| One bit
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| No, not one bit
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| No, not one bit
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| No, not one bit
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| No, not one bit
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| Oh, not one bit
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| Oh, not one bit
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| Oh, not one bit
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| Oh, not one bit
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| Oh, not one bit
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| Oh, not one bit
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| Oh, not one bit
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| Oh, not one bit
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| One bit one bit one bit one bit one bit yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I’m aiming high, I’m stooping low
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| We are the children of the echo
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| One for the money, zero for the show
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| So sing the children of the echo
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| I always thought there was so much more to learn
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| But the echo fades with diminishing returns
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| Yeah, the echo fades with diminishing returns
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| Yes, the echo fades with diminishing returns
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| Yes, the echo fades with diminishing returns |