There are no broken records
(I know I sound like one)
our lives are spoken
like gods not woken
on CD and MP3
-a broken song
lost in translation
done up with obligation
and promises to keep
hold your own
we've done away
with adultery
and trickery
(because no one fucks to love anymore)
we have no ties to break
and speak over when people try to think
we're losing touch with reality
and all the things that are meant to be
good for me
I am full of need
but
-we still spin records
and smile as we sleep
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