Lyrics:
no-one knows if we'll be there at all The art passes into the programmer's hands Tomorrow, machines will service themselves The glazier, the bellfounder
no-one knows if we'll be there at all The art passes into the programmer's hands Tomorrow, machines will service themselves The glazier, the bellfounder
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