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pray to the simple machines |
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that do not rely on belief |
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the softness of steam and of gears |
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their energy is surely pure |
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the kindness of engines is not in you |
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claire you do it perfectly |
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the water is all on it's own |
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it goes where it wants to go |
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the telephone can't dry it up |
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and sleeplessness won't make it slow |
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if opposites are the best chance of hope |
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claire you do it perfectly |
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the line straight to defeat is based upon belief |
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that's how we are sustained |
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on pretty girls make graves |
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sweetly you punctuate weakness |
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claire you do it perfectly |
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the highway it helps to forget |
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the straightness it doesn't betray |
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it lies on in where it lies |
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it's courtesy is it exists |
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that's how we are sustained |
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on pretty girls make graves |
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the line straight to defeat is based upon belief |
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confirmed and catalogued |
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your lies |
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claire you do it perfectly |
