| Lost in the haze so far away how can we get back home
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| Lost in the haze so far away who’s going to guide us home
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| I’ve struggled to get near it to backwards engineer it
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| But all i find is a smoke and mirror game
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| The recondite monopolise the airwaves
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| Till all believe there is no other way
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| And this is how we live our lives our opium is televised
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| Till finally they watch us fade away
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| Our lifeless generation is going to the wall
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| A languid demonstration of daze before a fall
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| A preconceived condition imagined long ago
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| But will we ever know all that lies below
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| They’ll print it on the front page to synthesise an outrage
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| But all we find is a decoy once again
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| Duplicity and trickery surround us
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| Till all believe there is no other way
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| And this is how we fall asleep their opium is running deep
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| Till finally they watch us fade away
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| Our lifeless generation is going to the wall
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| A languid demonstration of daze before a fall
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| A preconceived condition imagined long ago
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| But will we ever know all that lies below
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| Waiting to play are we the pawns in this game
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| Paving the way watching the kings make their claim
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| Martyrs and spies although we don’t realise
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| Falling away under the watch of their eyes
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| This is the way we’ve chosen to be
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| This is the road that we go down
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| As clear as the day but still we don’t see
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| We’ll only know when it’s over
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| Lost in the haze so far away how can we get back home
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| Lost in the haze so far away who’s going to guide us home
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| And this is how our nation died our opium has satisfied
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| And finally they watch us fade away
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| Our lifeless generation is going to the wall
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| A languid demonstration of daze before a fall
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| A preconceived condition imagined long ago
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| But will we ever know all that lies below |