The street's reaching up to the open window
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Too much information leaks in
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And shoots up my spine
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Lifting my head off the pillow
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And the dust rises
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When I set my feet on the floor
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I breathe in and out while I try to focus
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When I feel ok I twist my mouth
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To save what little air is left
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'Cause it's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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It's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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To survive, to survive, to survive
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This situation, situation, situation
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To survive, to survive, to survive
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This situation, situation, situation
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I keep far away but I'm missing nothing
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My eyes are an endless panorama of blue
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There's nothing here to block my view
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And with a sideways glance
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I am shown as much as I want to see
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'Cause it's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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It's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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In full motion
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No variation
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This need for speed
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The notion of convulsion
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This seed of greed
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Shock activities
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Lack of memories
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Don't wanna be
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Cannot see
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Anything wrong with the picture
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'Cause it's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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It's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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To survive, to survive, to survive
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This situation, situation, situation
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To survive, to survive, to survive
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This situation, situation, situation
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'Cause it's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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It's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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It's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions
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It's a question of constructing
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An imitation of conditions...
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Shock activities
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Anja Garbarek |