This mechanic soul is so attainable
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That I¡¯ve been caught in wires
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Tangled in tesserracting telegraphic tales
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I wished that you could¡¯ve known
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I¡¯ve had the blackouts now
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I¡¯ve seen the out lands opulent stars
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Misinformed did I pull numbers direct in time
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In such a different radiant we radio the coming of war
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Or is it what I can see?
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I¡¯ve decompressed and now the rest are lost in turbulent seas
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And now, I wish you were here
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It¡¯s all that you hoped for
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And now, I¡¯ve given my life
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For all that you lived for
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Their patters and their codes
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Are much more impossible
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But I have played with wires
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Caught up in firewalls and aero optic sounds
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I gave a lie for a truth
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But if you saw me now, you¡¯d see the arrows actual start
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Prillicians
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| Falling Up |
