Songtexte: The 89 Cubs. Sorry Tornado.

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Time and time and time again, tick-tock technologists are second-hand magicians turning tricks with sleight of hand.
Snowflakes fall on icy robots and the world has turned away.
Turn of our voices, shut down the city and we'll evaporate.
(You gotta go now.)
I broke my arms, I'm going home.
What's for sale and what's been sold?
Tell my mom I've lost my mind to save my soul through rain and snow and sticks and stones.
It's a record low.
It's a record low!
Cut down the trees to see the buildings.
My script is not my own.
Everyone's under the weather.
It's a record low.