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Strange new centuries begin
Cold hooks piercing through our skin
Sparks still smolder in our hair
Oh Lord knows we weren't prepared
We weren't prepared
This was where we came to be repaired
Workers glowing in their suits
Oh Lord maybe it's the fumes
In this engine of despair
Nothing human will be spared
Will be spared
Of course it isn't fair
They plucked out all our hair
And this was where we came to be repaired
This was where we came to be repaired
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