| I open up one eye and I can see
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| A million TV screens from wall to wall
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| And as I look again it seems to me My picture is projected on them all
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| From far away I see my body now
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| I can follow every movement that I make
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| But I can’t remember where I am or how,
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| Or wether I am dreaming or awake
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| Sooner or later, I’ll believe the world’s not round,
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| I’ll turn up the vision, turn up the sound
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| For I have discovered that I’m not what I seem,
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| I’m only a picture on a video screen
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| And sooner or later, when the night comes rolling down,
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| Fear and confusion are all around
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| I know that the problems
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| And the nightmares that I dream
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| Are only pictures on a video screen
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| And as I rise to get myself another drink,
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| It seems like I’m some distance from my brain
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| I’m looking down and I begin to think
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| This must be what it’s like to go insane
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| Sooner or later, I’ll believe the world’s not round,
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| I’ll turn up the vision, turn up the sound.
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| For I have discovered that I’m not what I seem,
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| I’m only a picture on a video screen
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| And sooner or later, when the night comes rolling down,
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| Fear and confusion are all around
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| I know that the problems
|
| And the nightmares that I dream
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| Are only pictures on a video screen
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| Sooner or later, I’ll believe the world’s not round,
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| I’ll turn up the vision, turn up the sound
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| For I have discovered that I’m not what I seem,
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| I’m only a picture on a video screen |