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Somehow still here |
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Under the surface |
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Beyond the invoices and D. Inc. |
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Outside the system |
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I have never seen past the paper fortifications |
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So I have my doubts |
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But still, that nagging prospect |
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Of all this being fabricated |
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False |
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Calculated |
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Consumes me in all its green splendour |
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But it doesn't touch |
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Alluring and tempting, the shine and the flow |
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Runs straight through me |
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Now not even sensing my presence |
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But I can see it, I can see it if I close my eyes |
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I can break through the paper shine |
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And reach the core, the true core |
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Jade, Emerald |
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Never defeated and never will be |
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But exposed for everyone to see |
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How can it still accelerate? |
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When the fuel is gone? |
