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lost in the haze so far away how can we get back home |
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lost in the haze so far away who's going to guide us home |
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i've struggled to get near it to backwards engineer it |
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but all i find is a smoke and mirror game |
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the recondite monopolise the airwaves |
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till all believe there is no other way |
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and this is how we live our lives our opium is televised |
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till finally they watch us fade away |
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our lifeless generation is going to the wall |
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a languid demonstration of daze before a fall |
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a preconceived condition imagined long ago |
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but will we ever know all that lies below |
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they'll print it on the front page to synthesise an outrage |
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but all we find is a decoy once again |
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duplicity and trickery surround us |
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till all believe there is no other way |
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and this is how we fall asleep their opium is running deep |
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till finally they watch us fade away |
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our lifeless generation is going to the wall |
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a languid demonstration of daze before a fall |
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a preconceived condition imagined long ago |
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but will we ever know all that lies below |
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waiting to play are we the pawns in this game |
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paving the way watching the kings make their claim |
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martyrs and spies although we don't realise |
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falling away under the watch of their eyes |
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this is the way we've chosen to be |
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this is the road that we go down |
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as clear as the day but still we don't see |
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we'll only know when it's over |
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lost in the haze so far away how can we get back home |
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lost in the haze so far away who's going to guide us home |
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and this is how our nation died our opium has satisfied |
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and finally they watch us fade away |
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our lifeless generation is going to the wall |
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a languid demonstration of daze before a fall |
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a preconceived condition imagined long ago |
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but will we ever know all that lies below |