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Anything Box |
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Elektrodelica |
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Conscious |
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(claude s.) |
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A wrinkled photo on the wall |
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Tells things that came before it went away |
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Even all the ghosts inside |
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Hazy as can be, leave traces of who we used to be |
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And they say... |
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How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? |
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How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? |
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How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? |
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How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? |
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We could write a symphony |
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And go across the ocean and still |
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Never feel the earth inside us |
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Every little girl or boy becomes a hollow shell |
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But don't cry |
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Remember all the fun and let's sing... |
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How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? |
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How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? |
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How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? |
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How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? |
