| What makes it go round the way we’re up and down
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| We’re minutiae staring at the whole sky
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| Battle sense to keep you apprehensive
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| I guess no one is the same
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| We’re all through different lenses
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| The bladder will filter all the pain
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| And the gut has sides you can’t restrain
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| You are everything to me
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| You are cobalt elemental
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| A new lagoon five years down the line
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| And all I want is a lot of your time
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| These days when clouds come in
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| Heat broke, no smoke without a fire
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| Heat broke, no smoke
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| Infractions of the landscape
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| In a world we learn to escape
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| Bad weather comes
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| But we have wood to burn
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| That which only gives
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| Will always bring you through
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| My engine is with you
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| My engine is with you
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| Kilburn and California
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| Makes you wonder what it’s all for
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| Feed the lesson to the plate
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| Twenty-one centuries
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| And I’m just starting to move
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| Wreckless times like poison to the mood
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| Daylight comes all too soon
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| Accusations bruises to the head
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| Planet waves to test your lead
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| Infractions of the landscape
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| In a world we learn to escape
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| Bad weather comes
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| But we have wood to burn
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| That which only gives
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| Will always bring you through
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| My engine is with you
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| My engine is with you
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| My engine is with you
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| My engine is with you
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| Tie me in with electric line
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| Bathe me in bacchanalian wine
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| If I with you to gold worlds of true moans
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| And the eyes that see the same pool
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| If not the same water
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| If not the same water
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| If not the same water
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| You are everything to me
|
| You are cobalt elemental
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| Bad weather comes
|
| But we have wood to burn
|
| That which only gives
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| Will always bring you through
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| My engine is with you
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| My engine is with you
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| My engine is with you
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| My engine is with you |