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• Artiste: Brandt Cooley
• Titre: Machine
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I'm surrounded by people Different colors but they all look the same They all look at me strangely Cause I'm the only one who mentions Change The world built below me By the people that despise me Is slowly falling one by one As Surely as their lives leave How can you just say that every thing is Fine when your life ticks away one quarter at a time Livin' in a Gumball machine My life ticks away With every turn of the clock It's not until Ten at night That all the fear stops That is unless of course The man who locks the door to our planet earth We feed the sugar obsession Of the drunken Janitor