| I’ve been living automatic days
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| Like some routine fanatic
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| Drifting in an automatic daze
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| Through a barren field of static
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| Friction grew between my life and me
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| Feeling more and more frantic
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| It still came hard to tear myself free
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| From the force of static
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| Static, static, all my energy
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| Static, static, until the jolt hit me
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| Static, static, all my energy
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| Static, static, until the jolt hit me
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| Mounting strain told me clearly
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| Though I didn’t want something drastic
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| I couldn’t change comfortably
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| And it’s done like a shock of static
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| No longer held by that attraction
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| That dragged my steps and made them stick
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| No more inaction
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| Now I’m in action
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| Galvanized by static
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| Static, static, all my energy
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| Static, static, until the jolt hit me
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| Static, static, all my energy
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| Static, static, until the jolt hit me |