When you [?] in a room with a mouthful of headspace
A mechanical zoom and a smile wide across your face
Knocking on windows, opening doors
My fingers [?] signs many times before
People are strange machines
There's a sunny [?] with no way out or chance of escape
[?] inside, now I realize I made mistake
Looking for life, calling the cause
Nothing been gained and nothing lost
Strange machines
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