(Child) This is the world through square eyes,
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I can see fiction like it's real
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Window to an unknown paradise
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A paradise where no one sees
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I wish I saw it all,
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A paradise where no one knows,
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all these images for real, the reality
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It's a seduction, like a dream
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I can feel pain, I feel the blood
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Out of your hands but in your minds
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The fire of the burning fight
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I wish I saw it all, I feel love as a disease,
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all these images for real, in my fantasy
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(Contemplative) Good or evil, right or wrong
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Find yourself between the dying crowd, the blooded streets
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How can't this affect a mind
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How can't this affect a pure, young heart
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(Child) In my own world it's getting worse
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It's never good enough for them
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Learn this, do that, do as we say
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As if results are all there is
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It doesn't affect me much, I cannot be more than I am,
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the screen shows me enough, face reality
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I can play I'm strong and tough
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And let them feel who should be blamed
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Fighting and killing for new lives
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A way to learn how to survive
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I can play on and on, it ends up just the same again
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but my life is not a game, life should be a game
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(Contemplative) Good or evil, right or wrong
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Find yourself between the dying crowd, the blooded streets
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How can't this affect a mind
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How can't this affect a pure, young heart
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(Child) Hope is fragile,
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and all there is to make them see I'm not that bad
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Hope is the last reason not to flee, not to run away
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into the tempting square world of fantasy, free me
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Oh, free me
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Hate is an impulse
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Your aversion, my reason
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(Contemplative) Games, movies, things a child should not see
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A flash; see, but you won't forget
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A game; play, play and hear and see, again
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It marks the heart and spills our youth
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(Child) I'm in the world of square minds
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The beauty of a clearer world
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Fighting a game, its name is life
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The game of life is hard to fight
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I've shot my hate today, you'll know the causes when it's too late
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its embodiment has paid, feel reality
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The pictures say more than you see
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Why should I see what you've told me
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Nothing gets worse, it stays the same
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The same is killing, anyway
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I wish I saw it all, so could you please let me escape
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all these images for real from reality
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(Contemplative) Good or evil, right or wrong
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Find yourself between the dying crowd, the blooded streets
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How can't this affect a mind
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How can't this affect a pure, young heart?
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Through Square Eyes
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After Forever |