As much as I think, I can't understand
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How much more do you need to react
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There is a lot of agony and you with a coffee
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Sure at night it will be a champagne
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You already have it all, but you want more
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Lest you leave something to others
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Suffering with the TV you can be seen
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But if you see misery you change the channel
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You only care about what you want to see
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Your world is reduced to what you play
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and you don't see
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That this fucked up world already has pus coming out of it
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And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
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Or do you no longer see what your feet are on?
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You are illuminated by an artificial sun
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You are only motivated by what is material
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How much of your vice are you going to lose today
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Along with your blindness, which is very natural?
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The street looks at you and laughs at you
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He knows that one day he will charge you
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You kept thinking only about being happy
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Always being oblivious to everything else
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You only care about what you want to see
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Your world is reduced to what you play
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and you don't see
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That this fucked up world already has pus coming out of it
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And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
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Or do you no longer see what your feet are on?
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A needle goes with me
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Your bubble I will puncture
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Yours and your friends
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and I will not leave any
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You are illuminated by an artificial sun
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You are only motivated by what is material
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How much of your vice are you going to lose today
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Along with your blindness, which is very natural?
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The street looks at you and laughs at you
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He knows that one day he will charge you
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You kept thinking only about being happy
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Always being oblivious to everything else
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You only care about what you want to see
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Your world is reduced to what you play
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and you don't see
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That this fucked up world already has pus coming out of it
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And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
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Or do you no longer see what your feet are on?
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A needle goes with me
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Your bubble I will puncture
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Yours and your friends
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and I will not leave any
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You only care about what you want to see
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Your world is reduced to what you play
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and you don't see
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That this fucked up world already has pus coming out of it
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And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
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Or do you no longer see what your feet are on? |
(Feet, feet, feet)
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And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
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Or do you no longer see what your feet are on? |
(Let's go upstairs, che) |