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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