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People like youYou live in a dream worldAnd you fear you're the next oneIt's in your dreamYou despise the outside Or should I be left behind?There's just one questionShould I kill?Sick and tiredOf all your complaints This is the hourWe bring it downEvery little glimpse, you fadeI've come to realizeI was told that I could flyWhen least expected, cloud connectedYou seem to beHow come we fail?So introvertedWith all that is given?You remember my nameYou crossed the lineTime runs backwardsAs long as you are heading that way
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