|Full Story||While the band is playing, people in the background are doing the same things over and over again.|
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We're living in repetition. |
Content in the same old shtick again.
Now the routine's turning to contention,
Like a production line going over and over and over, roller
Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice.
I'm speechless and redundant.
'Cause I love you's not enough.
I'm lost for words.
Choreographed and lack of passion.
Prototypes of what we were.