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(jim hughes) |
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Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dream |
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Let's catch some air, that's if you dare |
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I'm only sixteen but you're my queen |
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It's a bright, bright morning, the road stretches far |
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The corn on the right, the wheat on the left |
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There's a hill up ahead, let's catch some air |
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Perpetual motion machine, i picked up a magazine |
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Poor aimless, poor aimless, poor aimless me |
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Aimlessly |
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Now look at the fireball extinguish the sun |
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My daddy would perish if only he knew |
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Hundred and forty, air feeds the fire |
