We are broken instruments.
Burst wide open. Smashed and bent.
Not what you'd expect from these city streets.
Who serves to protect the orchestra in me?
Conductor! Conductor!
I feel electricity.
Conductor! Conductor!
Can you bring out the song in me?

Instruments, banged and blown through.

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