Making up the numbers

You've lost sight of it all, you don't know
You've lost sight, you don't know you know

Hiding under window sills, in dens
Run to the other side of the square
Remember what they told you, mean nothing
They never really liked you

You don't remember anymore, do you?
You've lost your way, I know you know

Hiding under window sills, in dens
Run to the screen for air
Remember what they told you, be nothing
They never really loked you anyway
Hyper Smash

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