| Bright neon colors of the city lights
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| But something’s missing in their tone
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| My mind is numb, life as a technolyte
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| I know this world is not my home
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| People pass me by like they are in a dream
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| So many voices clash inside the datastream
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| Within the static I know I’m not alone
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| In a world of color I see in monochrome
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| This world is not my home
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| I see in monochrome
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| Jet from my living space, I need some room to breathe
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| The undercity calls to clear my circuitry
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| And as I travel downward from Old Tokyo
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| I trade a world of color for one of monochrome
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| And still people pass me by living in a dream
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| So many voices scream inside the datastream
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| Within the chaos I know I’m not alone
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| 'Cause in this world of color we see in monochrome
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| Bathed in the color of the city lights
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| But something’s missing in their tone
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| There’s more to this life as a technolyte
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| When I know this world is not my home
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| This world is not my home
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| I see in monochrome
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| I know I’m not alone
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| We see in monochrome
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| (We see in monochrome)
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| (We see in monochrome) |