The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine Songtext
Training For Utopia
von Throwing A Wrench Into The American Music Machine
The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine Songtext
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You could never do this
remember who this is to you
i was there when you held the notepad
when you committed it all to memory
only to reproduce at a fraction of the heart
stop singing my songs
stop cheapening my words
you haven't raised a naive foot from your cage
your lack of everything speaks volumes in no words
and now you point every finger at me
remember who this is to you
i was there when you held the notepad
when you committed it all to memory
only to reproduce at a fraction of the heart
stop singing my songs
stop cheapening my words
you haven't raised a naive foot from your cage
your lack of everything speaks volumes in no words
and now you point every finger at me
that i haven't done my job
you're working overtime with no results
so now i am pointing the fingers
you could never do this
you bite the hand that feeds you
we built before everyone wanted a piece
you could never do this
never
you're working overtime with no results
so now i am pointing the fingers
you could never do this
you bite the hand that feeds you
we built before everyone wanted a piece
you could never do this
never
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