| Give me something to believe in
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| Faces on the screen
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| It’s not enough to watch the colours change
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| While we’re tearing at the seams
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| And now they self prescribe a resolution
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| It’s staring back at you
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| A better daze is surely never gonna come
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| Until we change the point of view, change the point of view
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| When you’re done holding on
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| What’s left of this play?
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| When I’m gone
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| What’s become of you?
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| Pay no mind to the reflection
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| Just look the other way
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| The pages always fit together well
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| And everything’s for sale
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| You know they don’t believe in what they’re selling
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| Forest from the trees
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| You know it’s not enough to watch the colours change
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| Watch the faces on the screen, faces on the screen
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| When you’re done holding on
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| What’s left in this place for us?
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| When it’s gone, turned it off
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| What becomes of all of us?
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| When you’re done holding on
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| What’s left of this place?
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| When it’s gone
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| What becomes of you?
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| Feel the glow pull you down
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| Feel the glow pull you down
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| Feel the glow pull you down
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| Feel the glow pull you down
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| Feel the glow pull you down
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| Feel the glow pull you down
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| Feel the glow pull you down
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| Feel the glow pull you down
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| Pull you down
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| Pull you down
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| Pull you down |