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[Tony Kakko]
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It is your new best friend, new eye in your private den
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And you can find the world inside it every day
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They know what you did today, hear everything you say
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And when they send you mail,
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they know where you will go sometime next day
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They know your life, they have a file about you
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They built your life, so they...
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Know what you like and know what you yearn
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but they don't know a thing about me
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I'm not that easy, I'm blank file in their memory
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Caught in the web again, inside your private den
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Where you can go to moon
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or meet some people you will never see
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You are a file in there, money in an open fair
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You're a slave among the slaves, waiting for Y2K with a fear
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They know your life, they have a file about you
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They built your life, so they...
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Know what you like and know what you yearn
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but they don't know a thing about me
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I'm not that easy, I'm blank file in their memory
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Still they try to take over, control my life,
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but no one can do it but me
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I'm not that easey, I'm blank file in their memory
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Know what you like and know what you yearn
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but they don't know a thing about me
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I'm not that easy, I'm blank file in their memory
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I am waiting, hoping and praying
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to see - how this - will end - when they go down
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How can it be, that you cannot see
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what they are doing with thee
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You are a life, new file in their memory, now they
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Know what you like and know what you yearn
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but they don't know a thing about me
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I'm not that easy, I'm blank file in their memory
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How can it be, that you cannot see
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what they are doing with thee
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spending your time, living your life
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inside their machines there is one empty file, it is me
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Blank File
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| Sonata Arctica |
