| Tell me, Mechanist, is it true?
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| Does none of it bother you?
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| Once upon a time
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| Upon a time behind us
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| The mechanist inclined
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| Clockworks of time define us
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| Who you are, who you are;
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| Merely springs that tick
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| The time of things away
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| The cry from the beast is just the noise
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| Of a spring that you have touched
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| Not a human: not a voice
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| If only we could go back to the start (Tell me, mechanist, is it true?)
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| We would see we’re not that far apart (Does none of it bother you?)
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| Realize the likeness of our hearts
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| If we could go back to the start
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| One and the same
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| Likely to one another
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| But the mechanist inclined
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| Merely our kind can suffer
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| Who you are, who you are
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| Does it justify
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| Pleasing your palate
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| With the other’s blood?
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| Tell me why, have the writings on the wall
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| Nor the dawn of DNA
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| Changed a single thing at all?
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| If only we could go back to the start (Tell me, mechanist, is it true?)
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| We would see we’re not that far apart (Does none of it bother you?)
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| Realize the likeness of our hearts
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| If we could go back to the start
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| Closing Collision:
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| The end of our divide
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| Savor the flavor Of our ancestry rites
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| Closing Collision:
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| We’ll realize in time
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| No opposition
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| We’re genetically entwined |