Artist: The Panic Division
Song: Automatic Synthetic

Take a stab for the waiting crowd.
This time we fold, as the future draws your name.
So stay away, when you go away.
Now that it's void.
Calling the drop of a sure dime, standing ground for the vain in the meantime.
Run. Run from me now before this has the chance to be something more.
This is the way for you.
This is the way.
We're not a fan of the social part.
The urban silence in the cage of sanity.
I'm trying hard to let you go, and fighting not to let you know.
Surround me.
As the future draws your name, this time we fold.
And it draws the line, standing ground for the vain in the meantime.
Run. Run from me now before this has the chance to be something more.
This is the way for you.
This is the way.
I'm trying hard to let you go, and fighting not to let you know.
They're calling your name.
You're there, so don't turn away.
Standing ground for the vain in the meantime.
Run. Run from me now before this has the chance to be something more.
This is the way for you.
This is the way.

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