[R. Hubert, R. Hubert]
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In the shadow of our industry
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we constructed all these big machines
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symbolizing what we want to be
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superpowers of insanity
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Accepting all of this bureaucracy
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content to be another wannabe
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obscured by all of this complexity
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consumed as fuel for even bigger dreams
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Little voices saying please sign here
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you know these children are too young my dear
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and the endless sound of moving parts
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replaced the rhythm of their strained hearts
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While the wheels continue turning
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We still believe in sold out learning
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in the center are these blinded eyes
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masked by a melted fire out of ice
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Answers finally came to me
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inside a plastic strawberry
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Creeping through your cancered skin
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Remember that your life is a sin
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Lost like a heartbeat
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we will never hear
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Caught by the house of coldness
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we all fear
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And in our blindness we can't see
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the ghost of all we used to be
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In the daylight of our destiny
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Swimming in reflected vanity
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So you smoke another cigarette
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One more thing in life that you'll regret
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While the wheels continue turning
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we still believe in sold out learning
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in the center are these blinded eyes
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masked by a melted fire out of ice
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Lost like a heartbeat
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we will never hear
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Caught by the house of coldness
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we all fear
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and in our blindness we can't see
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the ghost of all we used to be
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Heartbeat
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Mekong Delta |