Automatic Doors Songtext
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As the light hurt your wrinkled eyes
You're not alone or abided in time
Do you ever wonder what's beyond
The checkout line excated, though
Hey, man, what's up?
I'm feeling under the weather
Under the weather
Beyond the counter light
You're not alone or abided in time
Do you ever wonder what's beyond
The checkout line excated, though
Hey, man, what's up?
I'm feeling under the weather
Under the weather
Beyond the counter light
Beyond the automatic doors
But you, too, may find it difficult
To leave here once you're standing front of
Outside this enriched box
There's only pain and despair
But do you really want to leave the safety of this place?
I thought so
We are, we are a part of me
We are the exchange, the part of the data
We form a sound which causes progess
Causes growth and yields improvements
In the production of white-sheet crows
In which I stand with my dollar
The devils and the dollar
The devils and the dollar
And I'm so proud of it
But you, too, may find it difficult
To leave here once you're standing front of
Outside this enriched box
There's only pain and despair
But do you really want to leave the safety of this place?
I thought so
We are, we are a part of me
We are the exchange, the part of the data
We form a sound which causes progess
Causes growth and yields improvements
In the production of white-sheet crows
In which I stand with my dollar
The devils and the dollar
The devils and the dollar
And I'm so proud of it
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