Covered by clouds of instict
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he feels drawn into you.
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and the drones still praise
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what they think but not what they do.
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IT'S NOT A GAME, it's my reaction
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PERFECT DISPLAY, rendered attractive.
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With even reason you make up your mind
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It's even reason that makes you confined.
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With even reason you make up your mind
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It's even reason
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(SO LEAVE TOWN)
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so leave town and tell your story
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to anyone who will listen.
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But your lost before the morning
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has a chance to begin.
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IT'S JUST A GAME, so retract your passion
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IT'S IN THIS STATE, that unsatifaction
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GRABS AHOLD OF YOU AND THE SONGS YOU CHOOSE
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AND THE TRUTH YOU LOSE IT BRINGS NOTHING NEW
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Satiate, turn your back on the innocence
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and make believe, you make believe
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Even
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