| Do you need what you think you need?
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| Head first into the zombies feed
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| Keep on looking at the ground in front of you
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| You look like you’re lost
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| Turn on your GPS!
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| Sign outside reads Happy Hours
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| But every face looks grey and dour
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| Underachieving and under exposed
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| Lacking any culture but the local sinking hole!
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| Ride the illusion, where did we flow to?
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| Stuck within a traffic jam
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| Why can’t we get through?
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| Ride the illusion, ride the illusion!
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| What became reality?
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| Shells of dilution
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| We used to dream far beyond our reality
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| I used to see more happy beings
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| The riddles of suppression
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| Let your mind breath
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| Riddles of suppression
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| Let your mind breath
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| Can you see beyond?
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| Do you dare to dream beyond?
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| Do you believe what you cannot see?
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| Or only what is shown through your TV
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| Keep on searching for a trend to smother you
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| You look like you’re lost
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| Turn on your GPS!
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| Sign outside reads Happy Hours
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| But every face looks grey and dour
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| Authenticity falls into that digital hole
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| Now look at all that’s happened in the stain on this world
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| Ride the illusion, where could we flow to?
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| Technicolor flower dreams
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| Why can’t we get through?
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| Ride the illusion, ride the illusion
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| What happened to reality?
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| Ceaseless dilution
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| We used to dream far beyond our reality
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| I used to see more happy beings
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| I watched a DVD a friend gave me
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| Inspired by footage of the last one hundred years by the sea
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| And what I saw before my eyes
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| Scenes of effortless joy on their faces
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| Where’s it all gone wrong?
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| Oh so connected, Internet infected souls,
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| They don’t know where to go
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| We’re in a world of progress and decay
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| But which was may that be |