| I found a letter that read
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| «Our existence has serious side effects.»
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| Turned on, turned on the television
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| And it’s telling me the world is collapsing
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| I think it’s coming, oh and it comes so fast
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| I’m hearing whispers of an infinite yes
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| And I don’t know why it is
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| Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad?
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| And my therapist said
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| «We've evolved through a series of accidents.»
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| There’s been talk of chemical imbalances
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| Restless sense of detachment, nausea and/or violence
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| I think it’s coming, oh and it comes so fast
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| I’m hearing whispers of an infinite yes
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| And I don’t know why it is
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| I feel it coming, I think it’s real and significant
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| I think I think I think a little too often
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| That’s what my therapist said
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| We’re alone in this wilderness
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| Left to choke on the pills and to feed on the viruses
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| I think it’s coming, oh and it comes so fast
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| I think it’s coming and it comes so fast
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| I’m hearing whispers of an infinite yes
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| Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad (x2) |