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Covered by clouds of instict He feels drawn into you. And the drones still praise What they think but not what they do. It's not a game, it's my reaction Perfect display, rendered attractive. With even reason you make up your mind It's even reason that makes you confined. With even reason you make up your mind It's even reason (so leave town) So leave town and tell your story To anyone who will listen. But your lost before the morning Has a chance to begin. It's just a game, so retract your passion It's in this state, that unsatifaction Grabs ahold of you and the songs you choose And the truth you lose it brings nothing new Satiate, turn your back on the innocence And make believe, you make believe