| They trapped me inside of Aperture Science
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| Where chatty AI’s are lacking compliance
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| Been napping a while, the lab is so quiet
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| GLaDOS is yapping but I am happily silent
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| I question if I should ask her for guidance
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| As I grab a device, a crafty appliance
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| I’ll get through hazardous trials, deadly assignments
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| I’ve been traveling like a dimensional pilot
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| Bye gravity, I would rather defy it
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| Why think inside of the box? |
| I’m stepping outside it
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| I was promised cake, but I’m back on a diet
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| And I’ve yet to decide if GLaDOS is lyin'
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| She’s acting all nice, she’s actually violent
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| Her cameras are live, she’ll laugh as you’re dying
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| Like the mass homicide of Aperture Science
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| «What happened to my morality? |
| Fried it»
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| That’s it, GLaDOS, I quit
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| As one door closes
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| Another opens
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| But there are no keys
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| See, I control them
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| My test has begun
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| Now that you’ve woken
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| Your dreams of freedom
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| Keep you in motion
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| If I can’t find a door to get through
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| A portal will do, just connect orange and blue
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| Ignore personality cores who try to be cordial
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| A moral code ain’t what they normally use
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| I might have side effects of isolation
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| I spied somebody and then I tried to chase em
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| But all I’m finding is myself, I’m kinda shaken
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| Feels like a paradox that I might be makin'
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| Am I flying down or falling up
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| Cuz the guide I had has gone corrupt, yup
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| The writing on the wall’s enough
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| To find all her lies, and call her bluff
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| My companion cube — I’m not forgetting you
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| Remember all the times that you helped get me through
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| Rest In Peace my friend, but your death’s avengable
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| When I make GLaDOS a sentient vegetable
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| Forget the cake — now that she’s edible
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| As one door closes
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| Another opens
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| Live hands me lemons
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| But I don’t hold them
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| I’m keeping secrets
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| Can you decode them?
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| I had a conscience
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| But it was broken
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| Another test, I can pass that
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| Impossible? |
| I think I’ll have a crack at
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| Too bad that it took me this long to see
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| GLaDOS snapped, and I’m nothing but her lab rat
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| Fact — never mess with Aperture Science
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| Accept death, cuz they’ll never ask for your silence
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| «We do what we must because we can»
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| So just lock 'em up, and run tests on them
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| Black Mesa — no competition
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| It’s in the name — Aperture got the vision
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| Bring your daughter to work if you want her missin'
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| It’ll become her grave, if it’s not her prison
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| This is a half-life that I can’t live anymore in
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| Just forming portals — wormholes I’m borin'
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| But let me test out your turret performance
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| As you send me off with an uplifting chorus
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| As one door closes
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| Another opens
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| You will have no friends
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| Because you smoked them
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| We all have secrets
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| Now we can show them
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| I know you well Chell
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| I’ll let you go then
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| I’ll stay behind I like it inside
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| More tests to run down here, and besides
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| You’ve overcome all odds to survive
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| We’ll see how long you make it outside
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| Surprised you’re still alive
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| It’s time for you to die
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| And I’ll still be alive
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| And I’ll still be alive
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| And I’ll still be alive
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| And I’ll still be alive
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| And I’ll still be alive |