| I too feel the plastic machinery
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| I know it’s hard to be accepted
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| Our life is just like a dream to me
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| At times it’s good to be rejected
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| So let’s just run, even if only in our heads
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| Leave all of this behind, unless we could stand still
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| It’s not that we have no interest
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| It’s not that we don’t think it’s worth it
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| Oh wait, I’m such an idiot
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| My shoulders find this hard to take it
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| You can’t tell me, tonight if not this time
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| Your thoughts don’t need, don’t need to be combined
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| I feel it too
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| This broken world
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| There is no second chance
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| Our bags unfold
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| Don’t be part of the machinery
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| I know it’s hard to be accepted
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| Our life is just like a dream to me
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| At times it’s good to be rejected
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| So let’s just run, even if only in our heads
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| Leave all of this behind, unless we could stand still
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| Oh this machine, still working in our heads
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| Oh this machine, still working in our heads |