| I’ll give you something for the pain
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| To numb the hurt, and take it all away
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| I’ll take you down into a place
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| Where we can play, under synthetic rain
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| I know you’re feeling empty
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| But don’t despair, 'cause we can compensate
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| And when you want to dream again
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| Just call my name, and we can run away
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| Hollow, synthetic
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| Hollow, synthetic, we want to feel
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| Hollow, synthetic
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| Hollow, synthetic, we want to feel, we’ll make it real
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| All that’s inside us is a game
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| All that’s behind your eyes, I see behind the lace
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| It’s closing in that it’s all fake
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| We’ve built a world of lies, the mask became our face
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| I think I’ll stay inside today
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| We’re only chemical, inject it to elate
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| Emotions are so yesterday
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| A sero-analogue, pharmacy-generate
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| I dreamt you were angelic
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| Destroying world, enveloped in black wings
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| I dreamt you took me in your arms
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| But nothing’s real, and now I feel
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| By Aiakos Baada Nikto |