I'm born
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I'm alive
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I breathe
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In a moment or two I realize,
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that the sphere upon which I reside,
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is asleep on its feet.
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should I go back to sleep?
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I'm born
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I'm alive
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I breathe
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In a moment or two I realize,
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that the sphere upon which I reside,
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is asleep on its feet.
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should I should I should I go back to sleep?
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You stare at me like a vitamin
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On the surface you hate,
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but you know you need me.
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I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
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Whatever helps you swallow truth
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all the more easily.
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We orbit the sun
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I grow up
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my open eyes see...
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A zombified, somnambulist society.
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Leaving us as vitamins
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for the hibernating human animal.
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Do you see what I mean?
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You stare at me like a vitamin
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On the surface you hate,
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but you know you need me.
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I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
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Whatever helps you swallow truth
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all the more easily.
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And I wonder, will you digest me?
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Into the sleep machine I won't plug in,
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in fact I'd rather die before I will comply.
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To you, my friend,
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I write the reason I still live,
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'cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give
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Coming closer to another 2000 years
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you and I will pry
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the closed eye of the sleep machine
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You stare at me like a vitamin
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On the surface you hate,
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but you know you want me.
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I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
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Whatever helps you swallow truth
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all the more easily.
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Vitamin
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Incubus |