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I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe |
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In a moment or two I realize |
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That this sphere upon which I reside |
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Is asleep upon its feet |
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Should I go back to sleep? |
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I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe |
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In a moment or two I realize |
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That this sphere upon which I reside |
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Is asleep upon 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 I'm 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 the truth |
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All the more easily |
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We orbit the sun 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, do you, do you see what I mean? |
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You stare at me like I'm 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 the truth |
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All the more easily |
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And I wonder, will you digest me, me, 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 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 I'm 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 the truth |
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All the more easily |
