“There is a factory clouds are made in
They make ‘em big and blue
The factory eats you, it swallows you whole
It fills you with conceit and never lets you leave
If you ever dream at the end of the day
That you´re gonna live as a free man
There’s no hook, no sinker, no line
And you will never leave the cloud factory”
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