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Escapism
doesnt it come cheap these days
her´es your ticket
just let go of the reins
i see the marquee
it´s life two hours at a time
my life´s a mess
but i feel fine
one big distraction
misdirect has us by the throat
the reel starts spinning
it won´t let go
out of sight
means we´re out of mind
out go the lights
we´re running out of time
my life´s a mess
but i feel fine
now all my dreams
come from an assembly line
i have these memories
none of them are mine
i´m losing touch, i´m losing time,
we´re losing touch, we´re out of time