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I'm so distant and I'm so coldI've lived too long and I'm too oldI've tried so many different waysI've watched each one of them decayI can't expound before the agesWhile we are leafing through the pagesThe office blocks from which we marchThe mirrored shades shades of the patriarchCaught by streams of constant motionMost of the workers had no notionSitting glued to computer screensFingers raised - " must finish the scene"Lounge lizards in penthouse flatsMay soon find out where it's atThey gnaw away our hard earned payWe walk the treadmill every dayI'm so distant and I'm so coldI've lived too long and I'm too oldI've tried so many different waysI've watched each one of them decayI can't expound before the agesWhile we are leafing through the pagesThe office block from which we marchThe mirrored shades of the Patriarch From Letras Mania