It's in my head everyday
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A braindead revolution
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Mixed up in so many ways
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But it translates the same
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It translates the same
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Too bad you get nothing back
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From putting all this time into this
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But no one waits, no one waits
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Let me think of a way to describe
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The system of you
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As you linger in anticipation
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You'll discover that I'm becoming
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Sonic, Sonic, Sonic
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[ Chorus ]
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Being me, it's hard to find the system of you
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Being me, it's hard to find the system of you
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(Repeat 2x)
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I'll take a big step back
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To describe the system of me
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One to ten, you know is our ration
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That we'll start it all over, all over
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Again and again
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[ Chorus ]
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Delivering what's real, I think of you anyway
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Knowing what to say
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It's pampering when considering the truth
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I think of you anyway,
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but the truth can be unreal
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The future has no meaning,
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the pockers of rage
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Their supply of the two
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That make us tick, tick, tick
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The future has no meaning, the pockers of rage
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Their supply of the two
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That make us tick, tick, tick
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[ Chorus ]
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Sonic
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| Orgy |
