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The Vanished People

Compositor: The Vanished People / Jacopo Maria Gaeta / Piero Bonanni

Don′t try to get handsy, handsy
It's getting uncanny
Can we stop thinking about loneliness for a second
I′m trying to fix the mess in my head
I'm trying to
Who am I kidding I just need some kind of miracle
I could describe the human being with a single word
I always seek that feeling but I know that I could never relive it
Walking on a wire just to fall and pray it's only a dream
I see people living easy
Good news on the TV
Days without a trace of human feelings
Visions getting creepy
Poisoning my sleep
It′s hard to keep a smile while thinking everybody is

Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick

My subconscious′s playing bad tricks on me
Someone's knocking but there′s no one out there
Paranoid and twisted with a pinch of mystery
I always seek that feeling but I know that I could never relive it
Walking on a wire just to fall and pray it's only a dream
I see people living easy
Good news on the TV
Days without a trace of human feelings
Visions getting creepy
Poisoning my sleep
It′s hard to keep a smile while thinking everybody is

Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick

I see people living easy
Good news on the TV
Days without a trace of human feelings
Visions getting creepy
Poisoning my sleep
It's hard to keep a smile while thinking everybody is
Sick