People Are Machines

This is me...
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 Oh, this is me
 Neglected and obsolete, I am incomplete
 This is me returning to my stability
 This is me giving up and learning not to feel a thing
 (We all work, eat, sleep, repeat
 Every one is a machine)
 This is me preparing my grave in the shade,
 Learning that everyone loses their place under the sun eventually
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 This is me dealing with my discontentment and deficiency
 I am handing in my resignation and vulnerability
 My guts have been hollowed out
 There is nothing left for me to spill
 I'm covered in dust because my life has been sat on the shelf
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I don't feel a thing
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I don't feel a thing
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 This is me going back to bed, destroying all my intents
 This is me going back to bed, abandoning all of my friends
 This is me going back to bed, destroying all my intents
 This is me going back to bed, abandoning all of my friends
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I don't feel a thing
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 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I don't feel a thing
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I'm a machine
 I don't feel a thing
 Every one is a machine
 Work, eat, sleep, repeat...