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What machinery can create (forcing bodies) to the rhythm |
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Be a part of it (it's your machine, life can be forever) |
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Deny all this, you used to live for and let your impulse go |
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(beshelter you grief, last miss the clue) |
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(and show your ears to the pain that rose) |
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Now (that I can walk) this way (power in spring) |
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(or mine and soon) will stay (wait for the crying line) |
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All that wasn't fun to be (decidable) is dead, is gone |
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Conform (a deep respect) for personality (is right, we're wrong) |
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See my friend, what matters in this grief place is what you feel |
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Tell me, what do you feel |
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Just don't ask (and try) to look behind it all cause money |
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(just not the mountening) questions |
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All that wasn't fun to be (decidable) is dead, is gone |
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Conform (a deep respect) for personality (is right, we're wrong) |
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See my friend, what matters in this grief place is what you feel |
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Tell me, what do you feel |
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Just don't ask (and try) to look behind it all cause money |
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(just not the mountening) questions |