| Pixelated landscapes in this room*
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| Flatten out the mountains with your mind
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| Overload of harmonies and light
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| Don’t tell us that we’re wasting time
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| Everybody’s getting might numb
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| Why don’t we find us some sunlight light
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| The problem child is on your tongue
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| Don’t tell us that we’re wasting time
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| Without love, it’s all gone
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| We’re so lost
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| The hole has been dug
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| In this ever travelling echo
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| We will persist to exist
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| Play with the air and smile away
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| Don’t tell us that we’re wasting
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| Pixelated landscapes in this room
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| Flatten out the mountains with your mind
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| Overload of harmonies and light
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| Don’t tell us that we’re wasting time
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| Without love, it’s all gone
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| We’re so lost
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| The hole has been dug
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| They won’t release ya
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| They can’t release ya
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| They break the peace, yeah
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| They gonna police ya
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| You should know to pardon these illusions
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| Because out of them will come no conclusions
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| You should know to pardon my delusions
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| Because out of them will come no conclusions
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| You’re just a figment of my imagination
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| You’re just a figment of your own animation |