Pete Um - Machine State | Текст песни

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Like a curate
Inside
Like a headache
For a while
Like a trapdoor
That waits
Like a machine
In a machine state
In your sunsuit
And smile
With your grapefruit
And guile
Of your workings
You're blind
Inconsiderate
But kind.

Where the hell are we going to live?

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