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'Cause I feel like I got to escape this place
Go somewhere else with a different name, different face
'Cause I feel like I got to get up and go
Go somewhere, but where, I don't know
When this feeling is all I can feel
At any given time
I know it's time
I know it's time
I'm a humanoid in an artificial life
Emotions crafted along with my super-sight
I only understand that which I'm programmed
If I crash I'll get back up with my super-hands
I'm a humanoid in this biosphere
I can hear everything with my super-ears
Only feel the way that I'm programmed
And most of the time that's not to give a damn