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Slowly as they reach my soul With confiding holgrams, why? Someone pull the strings for me I am getting weaker Now they're in control [Chorus] Illusion made of glass Inside a screen They transformate my soul Completely black My skill to love is gone I can not feel Hallucination comes And makes me breathe Someone paint my dreams in blood With no compassion, why? Things that I touch and feel Are now behind the curtain Exit time, please [Chorus]
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