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Paradise
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1998 - 2010 Here in this false paradise
It's like ecstacy
Feelin an automatic high
Goin down is a tragedy
People come to this fake community
To escape the horrors
Of their real life
All that authority
Makes them feel good inside
It's half retro
Part emo
Where'd their souls go
It's like they don't know
Who they're supposed to be
Their actions are habitual
As if they're not individuals
I swear, they're all artificial
Yet I'm hopeful
They'll find their own feet
