Buzzcocks
People Are Strange Machines
When you [?] in a room with a mouthful of headspaceA mechanical zoom and a smile wide across your faceKnocking on windows, opening doorsMy fingers [?] signs many times beforePeople are strange machines There's a sunny [?] with no way out or chance of escape[?] inside, now I realize I made mistakeLooking for life, calling the causeNothing been gained and nothing lostStrange machines TRACK INFO
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