| It’s a Machine’s world
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| Don’t tell me I ain’t got no soul
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| When the machines take over
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| It ain’t no place for you and me
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| They tell me I don’t care
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| But deep inside I’m just a man
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| They freeze me they burn me
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| They squeeze me they stress me
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| With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me
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| But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away
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| Back to Humans
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| We have no disease, no troubles of mind
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| No thank you please, no regard for the time
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| We never cry, we never retreat
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| We have no conception of love or defeat
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| What’s that Machine noise
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| It’s bytes and megachips for tea
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| It’s that Machine, boys
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| With Random Access Memory
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| Never worry, never mind
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| Not for money, not for gold
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| It’s software it’s hardware
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| It’s heartbeat is time-share
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| It’s midwife’s a disk drive
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| It’s sex-life is quantised
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| It’s self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised
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| Back to Humans
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| Back to Humans
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| Back to Machines
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| Living in a new world
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| Thinking in the past
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| Living in a new world
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| How you gonna last
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| Machine world…
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| It’s a Machine’s world…
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| Change
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| Back to Humans |