| Another dawn another day I long to waste
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| I like the comfort of the chaos in my place
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| I put my mind on hold — my conscience on standby
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| For a little while
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| Another promise to my room I couldn’t keep
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| Another night just full of television sleep
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| And all my books are getting on the shelf
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| I liven up — for giving in
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| I’m never cold — but shivering
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| The more I learn — the less I know
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| Gotta dig myself out of this hole — ‘cause
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| Sometimes I feel so automatic — in this automatic world
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| I can’t escape my automatic — this automatic world
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| Now and then I realize a trail of fear
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| Everytime my resolutions disappear
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| But then again I’m slipping back into release
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| I liven up — for giving in
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| I’m never cold — but shivering
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| The more I learn — the less I know
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| Gotta dig myself out of this hole — ‘cause
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| Sometimes I feel so automatic — in this automatic world
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| I can’t escape my automatic — this automatic world
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| I’m sick of it all
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| Just rising to fall
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| I’m hiding to seek
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| I’m a freak — what a freak
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| Though it’s only on my mind
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| Until now I failed to find the way of control
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| Sometimes I feel so automatic — in this automatic world
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| I can’t escape my automatic — this automatic world
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| Sometimes I feel so automatic — in this automatic world
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| I can’t escape my automatic — this automatic world |