| I am the captain and this is my shrine.
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| Lord of the manor. |
| see what I leave behind.
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| River in flames, cities on fire.
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| Yes, Im a relic trapped in the wire.
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| Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean,
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| Throbs in the veins; |
| a mother lovin machine.
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| She is my wife. |
| her mechanical heart
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| Constantly serving til death do us part.
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| Now a glorious war draws to a close.
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| The yellow winds blow. |
| and I have to know.
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| Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
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| Soon the cruel rains will start.
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| Is it true we must part company?
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| Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
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| What have I ever done?
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| Where did I go wrong?
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| Joined at the hip; |
| pain, hunger and i,
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| Leave our gift to the world neath the phosphorous sky.
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| A labor of love is the truest of all.
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| But will I be forsaken after the fall?
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| Now a glorious war draws to a close.
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| The yellow winds blow. |
| and I have to know.
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| Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
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| Nothing after the flood but the fire and the muds prophecy.
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| Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
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| Of me?
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| Industry, charity, faith, hope.
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| Industry, charity, faith, hope.
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| Industry, charity, faith, hope.
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| Industry, charity, faith, hope.
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| Industry, charity, faith, hope |