| Though I know that this is not real
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| I get lost inside this feel
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| Though I know that this is not real
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| I get lost inside this feel
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| There’s a ghost in the machine
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| And it’s calling out for me
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| This ain’t what I came for
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| This ain’t what I had in mind
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| Can you see it moving
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| Befind the venetian blind
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| There’s a ghost in the machine
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| There’s a ghost in the machine
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| And it’s calling out for me…
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| …with hungry eyes?
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| Though I know that this is not real
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| I get lost inside this feel
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| Though I know that this is not real
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| I get lost inside this feel
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| Though I know that this is not real
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| I get lost inside this feel
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| Though I know that this is not real
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| I get lost inside this feel
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| A tickle of the brain cells
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| Mssing with my confidence
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| I’m starting to shiver
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| Swat is running from my hands
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| There’s a ghost in the machine
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| There’s a ghost in the machine
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| And it’s calling out for me…
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| …with hungry eyes?
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| Though I know that this is not real
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| I get lost inside this feel |