| Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
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| Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
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| Elysium, is everyone nagging at your reason to believe?
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| Elysium, you stare down from a mound with such hostility
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| You said to me now wipe you eyes
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| Relax your hand and come inside
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| Lift back your head and swallow your pride
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| Don’t be ashamed in me confide
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| I’ve seen you pretend
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| The happy go lucky
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| Everything’s funky
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| But in the end
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| Your manic obsession
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| Turns to depression
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| Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
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| Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
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| Stand back and watch the bright spark fly
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| To catch a glimpse, don’t blink an eye
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| The touch paper wrapped round your soul
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| Has been lit, let’s go with the flow
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| Unwrap the gift-box and look inside
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| The in your heart and torment in your soul
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| Eyeballs register overload
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| Time to wake up, time to break up
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| Get back in your box
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| Elysium, is everyone tugging at your idea to be free?
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| Elysium, to cry out, for you sensibility
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| Elysium, is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
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| Elysium, you stand ice-bound to the windy casualty
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| To the windy casualty
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| To the windy casualty… |