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And they're making children
And they're making love
With their old excuses
"We are built for reproduction"
But they find it suited
When I am confined
I'm just fearing one day soon
I'll lose my mind
Then I'll lose my children
Then I'll lose my love
Then I'll sit in silence
Let the pictures soak
Out of televisions
Float across the room
Whisper into one ear
Out the other one
