Centro-matic

Oh, magic cyclops

Centro-matic
The rearranged words and constant processions
Meandering thoughts and stolen professions.
They're calling for you, oh magic cyclops
They shine the machines - the ones that you love.
It's worry-free days and constant impressions
Mechanical smiles and friends all alike.
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