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tied to a wheel fingers got to feel i spin on a whim i slide to the right i felt you like electric light for our love for our fear for our rise against the years and years and years got a machine head better then the rest green to red machinehead and i walk from my machine i walk from my machine deaf and dumb and thirty starting to deserve this leaning on my conscience wall blood is like wine unconscious all the time if i had it all again i'd change it all |
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