| I'll paint a picture of your soul
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| And I will hang it in my own words,
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| By pressing the buttons, let's forget life,
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| Suppressing that sincere first fear
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| Me and you, you and me have become like dumb dolls,
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| Me and you, we are a game, we play without falsehood, only
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| You and I - we are alone - looking again for traces of reason,
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| But there is no way back, they are no longer waiting for us ...
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| I will copy gestures, build a look,
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| Our fragile essence I will hide inside,
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| If you can still open your eyes...
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| I will cut my palms, and you look
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| Me and you, you and me have become like dumb dolls,
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| Me and you, we are a game, we play without falsehood, only
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| You and I - we are alone - looking again for traces of reason,
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| But there is no way back, they are no longer waiting for us ...
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| Let's play like the first and last time
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| Like a maze that's outside your weary eyes
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| And the sound chokes, we lose connection, we are all dumb
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| Let's leave only one clumsy thorns
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| From the first roses of all our thoughts and ideas
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| The last time and we will erase the boundaries of days
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| One game - with or without rules
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| Let's play by the rules as you used to
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| After all, are you used to it?
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| Me and you, you and me have become like dumb dolls,
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| Me and you, we are a game, we play without falsehood, only
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| You and I - we are alone - looking again for traces of reason,
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| But there is no way back, they are no longer waiting for us ... |