| Wait for the engine to cool
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| A dead team, slowing the arms at heart
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| The beats I can’t proceed
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| To turn on waits a long expense abroad
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| And nothing in between
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| Not a face or hand to greet
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| I push this thing too hard
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| I always push too hard
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| No one can hear me now that
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| I got a cut but won’t close
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| The secrets are safe we both know
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| A cut made in my soul
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| I got a cut that won’t close
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| Wake up, wake up
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| Wait for the burn to set in
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| Wait for it, wait for it
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| Wait for the engine to turn
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| At this stage I know what I would
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| The heart it beats and won’t conceive
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| For what I need a long expense abroad
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| And nothing in between
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| Not a face or hand to greet
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| I push this thing too hard
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| I always push too hard
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| I got a cut that won’t close
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| The secrets are safe we both know
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| A cut made in my soul
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| I got a cut that won’t close
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| I found a thing to frown
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| Shake it within my grasp
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| I got a cut that won’t close
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| I got a cut that won’t close
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| I got a cut that won’t close never
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| I got a cut that won’t close never
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| I got a cut that won’t close never
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| I got a cut that won’t close never |