| Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling
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| Is it real? |
| Is it real?
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| Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
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| What is real? |
| What is real?
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| This world can really be too much
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| I can’t take another day
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| I guess that I’ve just had enough
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| My minds slipping far away
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| I’m falling in and out of touch
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| Could someone please explain?
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| Set my mind for open sky, but couldn’t fly, so sadly
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| What am I? |
| What am I?
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| Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
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| What is real? |
| What is real?
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| It’s really all become too much
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| I’m not sure what I should feel
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| I guess I’ve finally had enough
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| I don’t know if this is real
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| I’m crashing in and out of touch
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| Can anyone explain? |