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