Unconscious awake
The door blinks to the way
Of green grass and trades
I got out, i've became dumb
You can face me with no grace
But i can tell you're just faking a scape
So get away, get free
Get some money
There ain't nothing but speculation
Filling the room
Just your imagination
And lots of things you'll never do
Now i have learned
It's all about a game
Find a friend to blame
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