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From the real world we run,
from neat suburban corridors and the sun,
To three bedroom houses and happy families,
beneath the flight zone paths and dying palm trees,
We'll play happy faces for the community,
to hide the depression the we all breathe,
We'll drink until we feel numb inside,
we'll drown in bliss and paradise
Whoa-oh--oh-oh-oh
We'll tell ourselves that our lives mean something,
when we come home to our stability,
In the hot summer nights,
we'll make the sure the AC is just right,
We'll climb into beds of thousand thread count sheets,
and wait for the oblivion of sleep,
We'll wake and work each and every day,
our existence planned, its set away,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
We'll hold each others hands and sigh,
if ignorance is bliss then this is paradise,
We'll stay the same until we die,
if ignorance is bliss then this is paradise,
We'll view the world with rose tinted eyes,
if ignorance is bliss then this is paradise,
Theres no chaos here, theres no strife,
if ignorance is bliss then this is paradise
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