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I let it go
I let it go
I let it go
I let it go

I'm a bird I'm a plane in a digital dream
I move around in the sound
Is this real what it seems can it be my fantasy, my fantasy
It's the beat of the bass like a deep memory
I pump my fist in the air
To the sweet symphony
And I drown in the sound, in the sound

I put my fists in the air
I put my fists in the air
I put my fists in the air to the sweet symphony
And I drown in the sound thats all over me
I'm with me
I'm with over me

Is this real what I feel
Or am I deep in fantasy
Have I been here before
Or is it ghost in the machine
Have I been here before
Have I
Have I been here before
Have I been here before
Or is it ghost
Or is it ghost in the machine
Or is it ghost in the machine

Or is it ghost in the machine

I put my fists in the air
I put my fists in the air
I put my fists in the air to the sweet symphony
And I drown in the sound thats all over me
I'm with me
I'm with over me

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