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Synchronise the flow of intersections |
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Catalogue all still heartbeats |
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Franchise the machinations of |
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The bourgeois-fangled reverie |
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Gleaming in flamboyancy |
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Resign to solid chrome |
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Ohmic opposition is futile |
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And impedes upon ideas worthwhile |
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Delicate, infallible construction |
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We know now what destructiveness comes from |
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We are living - there's no deed in indulgence |
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A faded glory, relying on ' |
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Me and Mine' |
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The exile from human ecstasy |
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To a place where we're engineered |
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Seminars on entangled escalators |
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Meetings with silent translators |
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A flashback of dystopia |
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Warning in sleep with a recurring trace |
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All the fragments and segments |
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Of fluid sequences |
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The pretence of a universal race |
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Not made of metal is moot |
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Delicate, infallible construction |
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We know now what destructiveness comes from |
