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We retreat to cubbyholes, full of invention But We fall short for we are obsessed with our possessions We relive all that we can, take it in and swim But we fall short for we are possessed by our obsessions And I`m vamping out in leisurely walls of denial I hide from the smog I run for the door Let`s play house, white picket fences Let`s play dead, let`s play god and enjoy the view We are spinning out of control, it`s probably so Oh, But I don't mind It doesn`t affect this opportunity to present myself to me So what for this clear blue sky So what for the love at hand, It`s trembling From caffeine I`m vamping out in excess overload I hide from this world I run to myself Tell me how did we get this far if no one understands I hide from myself I run to the world Tell me how did we come this far if we don`t understand From Letras Mania