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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
| [01:08.19] |
This damn machine, this damn machine, this broken head doesn't work. |
| [01:16.99] |
So they're selling it off again. |
| [01:20.24] |
These crooked legs, these twisted arms, these tired feet lost their worth. |
| [01:29.24] |
Soon they'll dismantle them. |
| [01:32.52] |
But we're all just part of some giant grand machine. |
| [01:38.96] |
Too big to really understand. |
| [01:44.84] |
But we'll do our jobs till we break down and fall. |
| [02:21.68] |
Now we just sleepwalk. We drift through the week. |
| [02:28.60] |
A dead procession always dragging its feet. Well, come on. |
| [02:34.75] |
Our hands are swollen. We all need to sleep. |
| [02:40.79] |
But there's no time, just stitch us up so we'll keep. |
| [02:47.03] |
We're all just part of someone's elaborate plan. |
| [02:53.72] |
Chess pieces in some grandiose scheme. |
| [02:59.41] |
But we'll do our jobs till we break down and fall. |
