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WHEN THE MACHINE SAID OUCH
Falling
Falling
Falling
Branch after branch
after branch
Lauded when you hit the ground
Applauded when chased out
of town
Street sweeper, sweep me up
Let me walk in strange gallop
Remove
the tar and feathers from my skin
Place in a new reel
Let a new movie
begin
