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Moving slowly,

Day after day,

Following and following,

Always the same way.

All going in the same direction,

All after the same thing,

All wanting the perfection,

That can only come from within.

All of them robots,

Running on the same thing,

On the same program,

All wanting some bling.

Problems here, problems there,

The same trouble for each to bear,

Everything totally and utterly unfair.

They'll think they need this,

They'll think they want that,

But what they're buying,

Is all complete crap.

I find it hard to believe,

They're considered to be free,

Just 'cause the bars aren't to see,

Doesn't mean they're not to be.

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