| Ever since the first time I opened my eyes
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| I’ve awakened to the same thing
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| Other automaton friends roughly built like me
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| The first time I opened my mouth to speak
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| steam escaped to the air
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| and black oil dripped from my lips
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| and onto the ground
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| Well daylight struck a chord with my
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| photo-receptors
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| Night greeted me with a sea of stars
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| Our eyes all flashed blues and greens
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| through the night
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| It’s just our
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| Ahh automatonic
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| Electronic
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| Harmonics
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| People are soaring, always exploring,
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| higher than they’ve ever been before
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| But we are still down here,
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| feet on the ground near
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| what will rise us up with the rest
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| Our thoughts are quixotic, stark and robotic,
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| mechanical in nature all the time
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| And pulses are firing in our head wiring,
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| guiding all our actions and beings
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| It’s just our
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| Ahh automatonic
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| Electronic
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| Harmonics
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| I am not an unimaginable thing
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| My thoughts are tangible
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| though they’re full of springs
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| I don’t have the heart to send you untruthful words
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| My skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth
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| They say
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| Oh, oh it’s so down, but baby it’s sound
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| makes your worries cease to pound
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| And oh, maybe it’s alright, 'cause baby it fights
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| for some time just to be held tight
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| And oh, maybe it’s not wrong, 'cause it sings a lovely song
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| one that drifts on for so long
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| And oh, baby let’s not lie, it’s eyes are alive
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| and pointed up shining light to the sky
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| It’s just our
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| Ahh automatonic
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| Electronic
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| Harmonics
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| Epic and so cool
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| Epic and so cool
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| Epic and so cool
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| Epic and so cool
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| Ahh automatonic
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| Electronic
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| Harmonics
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| Ahh automatonic
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| Electronic
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| Harmonics |