| This is never going to stop
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| Until everything is camouflaged
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| I look up, see luminosity
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| As lights begin to flood into our already-burning eyes
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| What is this?
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| These colours fill my vision
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| Saturating memories of false precision
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| To find a way, we’ll take this and abide
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| We break away to reach the other side
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| And we can’t resist an urge to exist in disguise
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| Show me what it’s like to dream neon light
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| We live inside a machine
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| A slow dependency creeping in
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| And I am now aware
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| Just close your eyes
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| And you will see what was always there
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| Seeing another world
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| Just let yourself be true
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| Don’t speak out another word
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| With neon all around
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| There’s nothing else in view
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| We’re scared of something
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| Subdued and crushing
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| Perfection was always so misunderstood to me
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| And now the prey is hunted
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| Afraid of nothing
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| Seeing through the grey
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| Fluorescence pulls you free
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| We fall into another wasted design
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| But it’s all we know and are
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| Self-preservation was the final desire
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| Now it’s final like the stars
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| To find a way, we’ll take this and abide
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| We break away to reach the other side
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| And we can’t resist an urge to exist in disguise
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| Show me what it’s like
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| To find a way, we’ll take this and abide
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| We break away to reach the other side
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| And we can’t resist an urge to exist in disguise
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| Show me what it’s like to read the signs
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| It’s all for you
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| We fall into another wasted design
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| But it’s all we are
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| Self-preservation was always something you said would get easier |