| In a way we are all connected,
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| threaded together.
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| In a way we are all suspended,
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| bound going nowhere.
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| Wake up,
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| walk on the wires.
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| Defeat and define.
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| Wake up,
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| evolve and escape,
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| Unravel, unmake yourself.
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| We speak in tongues
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| and we walk on the wires between,
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| we don’t belong here.
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| We are the sleeping sickness,
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| the dancing dreams,
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| we don’t belong here.
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| We’re invaders from the inside,
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| we’re survivors in silver skin.
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| Shapeless, we move,
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| unwinding the wires between,
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| we don’t belong here.
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| So we’ll follow, follow down
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| each knotless fathom to the end.
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| No more hollow, hollow sounds
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| of echoes, echoes in our heads.
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| Wake up,
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| walk on the wires.
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| Connect and combine.
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| Wake up,
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| react and reshape,
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| untangle, unmake yourself.
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| We speak in tongues
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| and we walk on the wires between,
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| we don’t belong here.
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| We are the sleeping sickness,
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| the dancing dreams,
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| we don’t belong here.
|
| We’re invaders from the inside,
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| we’re survivors in silver skin.
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| Shapeless, we move,
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| unwinding the wires between,
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| we don’t belong here.
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| It’s been a long, long night
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| and we’re still learning how to survive.
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| Will you walk with me awhile,
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| and see a world with brand new eyes?
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| We see the sights,
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| and we’re fighting for our lives.
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| Will you run?
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| Will you run?
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| Will you run?
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| (It's no longer survival of the fittest,
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| now that everyone survives.
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| But we don’t want to survive…
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| …We want to live)
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| In a way we are all connected,
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| threaded together.
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| In a way we are all suspended…
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| We speak in tongues
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| and we walk on the wires between,
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| we don’t belong here.
|
| We are the sleeping sickness,
|
| the dancing dreams,
|
| we don’t belong here.
|
| We’re invaders from the inside,
|
| we’re survivors in silver skin.
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| Shapeless, we move,
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| unwinding the wires between,
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| we don’t belong here. |