| Boys and girls of all ages
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| Children of every size
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| Broken up beat down computer falling one hundred miles
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| I’m not living in the past, I’m just trying to explain it
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| A new certainty to judge the distance between moving objects
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| I am the the singing automata with bellows in my chest
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| Experiment exploding because you’re careless
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| A lone aesthetic, her sobriquet;
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| Bad penny, blue penny, bad bad breaks
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| A dozen chance remarks and incidents forming a pattern
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| Motivated by the obscure and waiting for shit to happen
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| Bitterness corrupts, you sweat it off and you let it go
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| The background becomes important and then you know
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| I am the the singing automata with bellows in my chest
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| Experiment exploding because you’re careless
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| A lone aesthetic, her sobriquet;
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| Bad penny, blue penny, bad bad breaks
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| There is a joke I can’t tell to anyone
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| It gives me crooked grin that I’m told annoys some
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| Life is simple when focused on death or a love affair
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| Unrest, subversion, and bliss everywhere
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| I am the the singing automata with bellows in my chest
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| Experiment exploding because you’re careless
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| A lone aesthetic, her sobriquet;
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| Bad penny, blue penny, bad bad breaks
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| I am the the singing automata with bellows in my chest
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| Experiment exploding because you’re careless
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| A lone aesthetic, her sobriquet;
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| Bad penny, blue penny, bad bad breaks
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| Bad breaks |