| You shed your soul to be content
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| Claimed it"s worth every cent
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| Into this, blasphemous bath you went
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| So take a glimpse of happiness for rent…
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| Filtering thoughts with material
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| Distress is now here to enter you
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| Days passing through your fast lane
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| Licking the red carpet to end your pain
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| Plastic inside
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| It"s all in your mind
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| The secure of a synthetic love
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| Collide in my love proof exterior
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| Take my hate"s interior
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| Fall down from grace
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| Crowning for disgrace
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| There lays intoxication of self-assertion
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| We"re about to break
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| There bleaks of illumination of realisation
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| When we are to speak
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| It"s the prison of material so blue
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| A plastic bath for me and you
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| We"re the prey of reality
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| For these moments of mortality
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| Those little things invite you inside
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| Sparkle of a plastic mind makes a misery-park
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| I"ll be watching at you outside, so take a free ride
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| (And) I open myself to your emptiness tonight
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| Lingering spark of something so ordinary
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| It twinges and turns until I calcify |