| Reconstructed mind of mine
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| They call it the new way of thinking
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| I’ll become a man in no time
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| It’s the system that’s controlling my moves
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| Hiding from this is a crime
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| I can’t let morality down
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| I can’t let myself soft
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| I have no time of my own
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| They’re watching me and
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| Making sure I follow orders
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| I serve my country, my town
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| Constant reminding we’re gonna last
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| Is what I hear in patriotic speeches
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| «We must protect our homeland»
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| Even if I don’t want to, I’m not asked
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| Even if I don’t care, I’m forced
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| I’m paying my dept to elderly
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| I’m honouring the ones who’ve died
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| I’m earning my place in society
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| I’m part of this national spine
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| While I’m not sure of the side
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| And even though they’re
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| Propably trying to avoid me feel
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| I still do nothing else but that
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| I still do nothing else but that
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| It’s a cornered love
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| It’s a fight against the world
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| But we try and we try and we try
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| It was never meant to work
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| Pain doesn’t go by, it’s easier for mind
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| Heart finds it harder to survive
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| Three months of agony, and I get it out
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| For the first time, free evening
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| Air of freedom dries my mouth
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| It’s not like I wear jeans or something
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| Personality has been teared down
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| I’m a marked man when I walk around it’s
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| Easy with spotty disguise
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| I’m a thing, a thing without
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| Identity, not supposed to recognise
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| Or separate me from the crowd
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| And even though they’re
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| Propably trying to avoid me feel
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| I still do nothing else but that
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| I still do nothing else but that
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| It’s a cornered love
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| It’s a fight against the world
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| But we try and we try and we try
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| It was never meant to work
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| Pain doesn’t go by, it’s easier for mind
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| Heart finds it harder
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| It’s a cornered love
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| It’s a fight against the world
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| But we try and we try and we try
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| It was never meant to work
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| Pain doesn’t go by, it’s easier for mind
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| Heart finds it harder to survive
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| Yes, it’s a fast-food diner
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| You came with such a short notice
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| Is that what I prayed for at nights?
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| Is that what I hoped out of this?
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| Meet you here under those lights |