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Tin man is what I'm called
Or puritan?
From the confederacy of my system
Defined relevance, from the immaculately attired
I am made from the wires, of my synthesizer
Made from the wires, made from the wires
Ideals from the pondering looks of eels
Written prescriptions by the ones who need them
My own feelings, shunned by group desires
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