Well I look through A window and I see Some people lying On strange contraptions Moving their bodys Up and down A futile struggle to perfection Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah And I wonder Yeah yeah yeah yeah And I walk down and wonder How in hell now this could be And I find it amusing in a way This pointless waste Of human power You pay to be straped To a machine The price you pay To gain perfection One time, one more time You keep repeating, Keep repeating Till you get a cramp Until you get a cramp
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