| This damn machine, this damn machine
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| This broken head doesn’t work
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| So they’re selling it off again and
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| These crooked legs, these twisted arms
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| These tired feet lost their worth
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| Soon they’ll dismantle them and
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| We’re all just part of some giant grand machine
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| Too big to really understand
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| But we’ll do our jobs till we break down and fall
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| (Doo doo doo doo, doo, doo)
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| (Bum bum ba-da-bum bum, bum)
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| (Doo doo doo doo, doo, doo)
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| (Bum bum ba-da-bum bum ba dum bum)
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| (Doo doo doo doo, doo, doo)
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| (Bum bum ba-da-bum bum, bum)
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| (Doo doo doo doo, doo, doo)
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| (Bum bum ba-da-bum bum ba dum bum)
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| Now we just sleepwalk, we drift through the week
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| A dead procession always dragging its feet, come on
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| Our hands are swollen, we all need to sleep
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| But there’s no time, just stitch us up so we’ll keep
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| We’re all just part of someone’s elaborate plan
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| Chess pieces in some grandiose scheme
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| But we’ll do our jobs till we break down and fall |