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You are a photocopy Redrawn like the person On your left and on your right Not spared from the system Erased from existence Waking up at 7 Just to go back to sleep at 9 Why do we turn to bottles for security, Or pills for a false sense of sanity We fly away just to fly back again And is your mind always pacing the streets of a distant land Let's throw, stones at glass houses so we Can pretend to be young and free again Forget about those pills and stop chasing the Singaporean dream just for a second Let's throw ourselves in the ocean Or is this all we have? Things will never be the same again Things will always be different They should be they have to be believe me when I say You'll be dead before you know it Things will never be the same again Things will always be different They should be they have to be believe me when I say You'll be dead before you know it Things will never be the same again Things will always be different They should be they have to be believe me when I say You'll be dead before you know it