| They said we’re barely alive but we’re kicking and beeping
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| Would you like it more dead? | 
| Or would you like it more sleeping?
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| Can you tell us a secret? | 
| Do you flounder in daytime?
 | 
| Did you feel that shaking? | 
| Those were promises breaking
 | 
| In a dream in a room, always aha
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| The fields are abloom, always aha
 | 
| The air was warm, always aha
 | 
| And I was through, always aha
 | 
| And the birds returned, always aha
 | 
| From out of the blue, always aha
 | 
| From out of the blue, always aha
 | 
| From out of the blue, always aha
 | 
| Nothing to add that is not sad
 | 
| They said we’re barely alive but we’re kicking and beeping
 | 
| Would you like it more dead? | 
| Or would you like it more sleeping?
 | 
| Can you tell us a secret? | 
| Do you flounder in daytime?
 | 
| Did you feel that shaking? | 
| Those were promises breaking
 | 
| In a dream in a room, always aha
 | 
| The fields are abloom, always aha
 | 
| The air was warm, always aha
 | 
| And I was through, always aha
 | 
| And the birds returned, always aha
 | 
| From out of the blue, always aha
 | 
| In a dream in a room, always aha
 | 
| The fields are abloom, always aha
 | 
| The air was warm, always aha
 | 
| And I was through, always aha
 | 
| And the birds returned, always aha
 | 
| From out of the blue, always aha
 | 
| From out of the blue, always aha
 | 
| From out of the blue, always aha
 | 
| From out of the blue, always aha |