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Black horizon, fading light |
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Organic poison, electric sights |
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Jerky movements, a clockwork toy |
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Tempting plug-ins for eternal joy |
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No pain no fears no blood, and no tears |
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Empty covers when love dissappears |
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Wings of time they're connected in a line |
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In cyberia where the glass people live |
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No request for life no affection, no reply |
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In cyberia where the glass people live |
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A sound of silence no single word |
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Could break the darkness in cyberworld |
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Suspicious kindness with x-ray eyes |
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Is penetrating into every kind |
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No pain no fears no blood, and no tears |
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Empty covers when love dissappears |
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Wings of time they're connected in a line |
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In cyberia where the glass people live |
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No request for life no affection, no reply |
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In cyberia where the glass people live. |
