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everyone looks the same on your way to work |
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nobody knows what's happening on your mind |
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you feel a little guilty for what they haven't seen |
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you're trying to hide it with gazing round |
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and finally we can catch at your desk in a coma as we'll never get you back |
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you have got too many innocents involed |
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you're crazy with this wild dance |
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you're a little curious for what would happy |
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if you put them all to real |
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and finally we can catch at your desk in a coma as we'll never get you back |
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it's a nice dream |
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it's your nice dream |
