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There is a ghost machine |
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Attached inside your skin |
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You haven't got remote |
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And when it turns the wheel |
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You feel the grind of steel |
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And spinning bumpy road |
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And it's riding inside'o' your veins |
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I hear the monkey yell |
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I feel a jungle spell |
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Come from within your body |
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A flower so divine |
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Inside of a human spine |
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Its pistil gets so naughty |
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Venus' flytrap is your petty doll |
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And it's blooming inside 'o' your soul |
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Liar... |
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Your talk is smooth and strong |
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Never cut it wrong |
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You're dancing very clever |
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And in the Court Of Law |
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With candy and a claw |
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You'll change my mind forever |
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And you're letting the oil to flaw |
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And you want me to walk on the floor |
