We'll all look the same someday
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And even now the robot starts to think
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I wonder what it dreams
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The Tide is high on Fourtheeth Street
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The rain comes in to clear the heat
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The way in is the same way out
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the way up is the same way down
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Now there is no safe way down
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I1100
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| Thursday |
