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Either go away or go all the way in |
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Look at what you hold |
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Come back down on a sphere of silence |
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When it flies |
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You go on through |
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You come on through |
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Thr ridiculous noise |
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Oh no One more pair of |
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Loving eyes look down on you |
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Sheets and a pillow |
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How old will you have to be before you |
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Stop your believing |
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That those eyes will look down on you |
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That way forever |
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There you sit mouth wide open |
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Animals nipping at your sides |
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On wire wheels the four stroke man |
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Opens wide |
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The marching sound |
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The constant ride |
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On the casket is mine |
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All mine One more pair of |
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Wire wheels bear down on you |
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Gear stripping the willow |
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How many machine men will you see before you |
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Stop believing that speed |
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Will slide down on you |
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Like brakes in bad weather |
