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Until you wake up
Take off your whispers and your make-up
There are excuses to be made up
So come on show me what you're made of
So come on show me what you're...
The images and frames
They're coursing through your veins
Tonight you'll find they make you so tired
The poisonous machines
They drag you from your state of sleep
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The images and things
That seem more than your dreams
The time you find it seems to conspire
The litany of screams
Can drag you from your state of sleep