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A state of anguish |
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Faintness and fear |
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A state of sorrow |
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And no willing ear |
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Out of the tail of my own eyes |
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Illusive skies |
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Bewildering my mind |
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Endlessly |
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Strange happenings turn up to scare |
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Out of thin air |
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I stare into the space |
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I'm out of place |
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Part of the machine |
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Is all a virtual dream? |
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As cold as ice in this shade of gray |
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Illusions that lead you astray |
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A state of pure grief |
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Of pain and despair |
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A state of dark void |
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Are we aware? |
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Part of the machine |
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Is all a virtual dream? |
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As cold as ice in this shade of gray |
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Illusions that lead you astray |
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A fight in trembling and fear |
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Lost in this alien idea |
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Can fiction be stranger than reality |
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Illusions that blind us to see |
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Deus, deus ex machina |
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Part of the machine |
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Is all a virtual dream? |
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As cold as ice in this shade of gray |
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Illusions that lead you astray |
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A state of pure grief |
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Of pain and despair |
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A state of dark void |
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Are we aware? |
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Deus, deus ex machina |
