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 stars
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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