| Take the world — just pay the price
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| For all the things that we need to be someone
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| Strange we call it a paradise
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| We obey like soldiers in user-military
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| I believe in what I feel
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| It tastes like sugar but it’s poison
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| That is dazing our minds
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| So you think you are alone
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| And you need something that pretends
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| You are someone
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| Your gold is only painted glass
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| Your fortune is just another illusion
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| The secret is to have no choice
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| It’s no wonder that your senses go blind
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| The feelings unite — the senses go blind, so blind
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| Someday you’ll find it’s just waste
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| What they offered with a shine
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| Used but so amused, like a toy in their hands
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| You believe in what they say, «why should they lie?»
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| With naked fears if the feeling disappears
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| «I just want to satisfy my needs»
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| With hungry eyes and lack of restraint
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| Hopeless to refuse it’s much too late
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| The feelings unite — the senses go blind, so blind
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| Someday you’ll find it’s just plastic
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| But they made it shine
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| Used and so abused and as guilty as a child
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| No one should control the way we feel
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| You are buried in gold that’s gonna melt in your hands
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| «I don’t want my senses go blind, no they won’t …» |