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Run down a street where the glass shows |
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That summer has gone |
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Age, in the doorways |
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Resenting the pace of the dawn |
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All of them standing in line |
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All of them waiting for time |
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From time, the great healer |
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The Machine |
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Messiah is born |
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Cables that carry the life |
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To the cities we build |
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Threads that link diamonds of life |
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To the satanic mills |
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Aah, to see in every way |
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That we feel it every |
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Day and know that |
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Maybe we'll change |
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Offered the chance |
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To finally unlearn our lessons |
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And alter our stance |
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Friends make their way |
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Into systems of chance(Friends make their way of escape)(Into systems of chance) |
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Escape to freedom, |
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I need to be there |
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Waiting and watching, the tables are turning |
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I'm waiting and watching |
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I need to be there |
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I care to see them walk away |
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And to be there when they say |
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They will return |
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Machine, Machine |
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MessiahThe mindless search for a higher |
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Controller, take me to the fire |
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And hold me, show me the strength |
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Of your singular eye |
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History dictating symptoms |
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Of ruling romance |
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Claws at the shores of the water |
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Upon which we dance |
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All of us standing in line |
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All of us waiting for time |
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To feel it all the way |
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And to be there when they |
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Say they know that |
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Maybe we'll change |
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Offered the chance |
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To finally unlearn our lessons |
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And alter our stance |
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Machine, Machine |
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MessiahTake me into the fire |
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Hold me, Machine |
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MessiahAnd show me the strength |
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Of your singular eye |