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And the impression of my self machine The word was spoken and it was foreseen Now we're too well too bothered in between A pixel lost on my computer screen + Ooh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart I'll be the one to hold a gun I know more than I knew before I know more than I knew before I didn't rest, I didn't stop Did we fight, did we talk?