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Mean Machine
Chained to the mill of the
daily grueling routine
All of us are the slaves of
this mean old machine
Machine that goes round
and round ruthlessly
While we try to keep up
with it breathlessly
The age old machine that
is known as life to us
And as we are born, we are
the slaves to it, thus
daily grueling routine
All of us are the slaves of
this mean old machine
Machine that goes round
and round ruthlessly
While we try to keep up
with it breathlessly
The age old machine that
is known as life to us
And as we are born, we are
the slaves to it, thus
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Mean Machine
Mean Machine