At candlelight Ive left the Buried Town My father has no might To keep me down Some foreign scents Infesting clammy shade Induce me to repent Of my gambade Im not a creature Im a doll... ...With cold synthetic heart Im not a living thing at all... ...Youre just a piece of art Ive got a gear instead of soul Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay Mechanic system, which supposed to be ideal Im just an ugly brat of lab assay
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