Just another face in the crowd
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wandering towards obscurity
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Driven by the dull desires
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of a worn out routine
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Stagnant in the suffocating silence
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of emotional exile,
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a fugitive from freedom
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surrenders to mediocrity.
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A helpless voice
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starting to sink.
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You could make a choice
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but you never learned to think.
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Weary and weakened
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victims fall prey
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to vague ideals
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and passionless play.
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Systematic spontaneity
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in synchronized society.
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Immersed in the cause
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and the call of the day,
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sacrificed inner needs
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give way.
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To shared individuality
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in collective reality.
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A spirit of belonging
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satisfies your longing
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but the truth is never seen.
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False sense of freedom grows
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but dependency shows
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your part of the machine.
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A hopeless choice,
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searching for someone real.
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You could find that voice
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but you never learned to feel.
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Part Of The Machine
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| Fates Warning |
