| Will you be my mechanism
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| Will you be my new religion
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| Will you try and help me get by?
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| Will you stay and hold my hand
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| Help me try to understand
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| Why I’m here and why I’m alive?
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| Cause ain’t life strange?
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| So beautiful so unarranged
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| That we could be here by mistake
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| Or is it by design?
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| Born and raised on the assembly line
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| There must be more than livin' and dying
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| And that no one gets out alive
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| No one gets out alive
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| Will you operate my system
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| Be my eyes and be my vision
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| Will you try and help me unwind
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| Cause ain’t life strange?
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| So beautiful so unarranged
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| That we could be here by mistake
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| Or is it by design?
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| Born and raised on the assembly line
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| There must be more than livin' and dying
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| And that no one gets out alive
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| No one gets out alive
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| No one gets out of here alive
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| No one gets out of here alive
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| No one gets out of here alive
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| No one gets out of here alive
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| No one gets out of here alive |