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We are numbers
 We are just dead bits
 Machine codes
 Files, aware of
 Being spied
 Without any choice but
 To be the slaves
 To our own illusions
 Why?
 All alone inside my mind, that's where I'm free
 All alone inside my mind, that's where I'm free
 Life goes on
 But there's no real tomorrow
 In a world (without)
 Empathy and compassion
 Cold machines
 Can't do anything as I
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 They won't Have me
 All alone inside my mind, that's where I'm free
 All alone inside my mind, that's where I'm free
 Run you fool but we are all thet you've got
 We are the friends you just can't live without
 Generation Like, here we are for you
 Scatterbrained you create your doom
 All alone inside my mind, that's where I'm free
 All alone inside my mind, that's where I'm free
 Free
 Free
 Free