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Here we play games
Like turning men into boys
And everyone must cry or love
Recall 'my circuit'
Recall 'i'm not-you are'
Remember that i moved too soon
Corridor empty
Time to call in the stage
A game called echo
Now i ask questions
I get so nervous of
A game called echo
We rename vehicles
You rename heroes
I switch to auto
You are reception
I can take it or leave
Do i need permission to stop?
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