| They’re on the chase, it’s automatic
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| You can hear them speaking through the static
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| I’ve spent the last three fucking years
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| Just hiding inside my attic
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| Thinking that they will surely find me
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| I don’t go outside where the A.I.'s pining
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| It’s a dark and desolate place
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| Where the rest of the world has been dying
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| I’m afraid to move, afraid to flinch
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| I’m afraid to scratch that itch
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| For fear that they will somehow find me
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| And leave me lying somewhere in a ditch
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| So here I go, I’m on the run
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| Chasing down what’s left of the Sun
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| No more hiding underneath my bed
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| It’s time to face the evil that is
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| The living dead
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| They’re on the chase, it’s automatic
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| You can hear them speaking through the static
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| I’ve spent the last three fucking years
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| Just hiding inside my attic
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| «Zero will stay back to monitor and give us warning signals. |
| Remember,
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| we don’t have enough Reclaimers to get you all back, so whatever you do:
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| Don’t get caught!»
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| And I can not stay hidden forever
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| There must be something out there that is better
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| We may be stuck in this night terror
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| But we’re all in this together
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| This new world is frenetic
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| And the monsters are synthetic
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| A single move and they’ll detect it
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| As humans we are pathetic----
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| Yeah
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| So we’re coming to the end
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| To the end
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| It’s time to make a stand
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| Make a stand
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| I feel like I am gone
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| My mind’s in a lost state
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| The light has gone out
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| It’s faded away
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| In this land of decay
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| Don’t know where I will stay
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| But I’ve got one more thing
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| That I must say
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| Every night I see your face
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| A face that my mind can’t replace
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| We live in such a dark
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| And desolate place
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| Every night I see your face
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| A face that my mind can’t replace
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| We live in such a dark
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| And desolate place
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| They took you far away from me
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| To a place I can’t recall
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| Come to think of it I can’t remember
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| Anything at all
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| But then I see the scratches on the wall
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| Of a story that tells all
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| How a night three years ago
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| The world began to fall
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| And they took you from my arms
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| So I carved it in the wall
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| So that I would never forget
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| And I could tell you all
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| We’re coming to the end
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| To the end
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| It’s time to make a stand
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| Make a stand
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| They took everything
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| From you and me
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| It’s time to take it back
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| Let’s take it back
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| Take it back
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| Let’s send them on a chase
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| It’s automatic
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| You can hear them speaking through the static
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| I’ve spent the last three fucking years
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| Just hiding inside my attic
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| Thinking that they will surely find me
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| I don’t go outside where the A.I.'s pining
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| It’s a dark and desolate place
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| Where the rest of the world has been dying
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| The world has been dying
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| So run
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| Run from the A.I. |