Every morning I wake up
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With a new identity
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With some new memories
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Of my former life
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All the thoughts I ever had
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All the memories I can recite
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Are just an illusion
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Implanted in my brain
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And even the city changes
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With new buildings and new roads
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But I really cannot tell
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If it's just an illusion
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Implanted illusions is all-
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that I can remember
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Stolen thoughts of a time
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When I met you last November
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Now, there's just confusion-
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at this place without a sun
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I try so hard to escape
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There's no place to which to run
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And suddenly, it hits me
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That there was no sun for years
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The illusions fade away
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Making room for reality
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Stolen Thoughts
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| Funker Vogt |
