| It won’t be long now till scientists
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| Program a soul into the A. I
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| Accelerated by tools of war
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| Our science is religion
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| To bring you back into this world
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| I’d break every rule
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| Machines try to take me to hell
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| I don’t really care — I do it for love
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| Build a tower tall and strong It will be beautiful
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| Using our technology Babel will stand anew
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| A clone created on English soil
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| Where does her soul come from, I wonder
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| No need to challenge the Cherubim
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| The fallacy, God’s failure
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| To bring you back into this world
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| I’d break every rule
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| Machines try to take me to hell
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| I don’t really care — I do it for love
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| Build a tower tall and strong It will be beautiful
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| Using our technology Babel will stand anew
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| «My name is Dolly
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| Why was I made?
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| Where did my soul come from? |
| Where will it go?
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| Oh, my creator, please tell me.»
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| I’ll take every blow that comes
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| Commit such unspeakable sins
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| They won’t mean a thing
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| To bring you back into this world
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| I’d break every rule
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| Machines try to take me to hell
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| I don’t really care — I do it for love
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| Build a tower tall and strong
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| It will be beautiful
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| Using our technology
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| Babel will stand anew |