| There is a ghost machine
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| Attached inside your skin
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| You haven’t got remote
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| And when it turns the wheel
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| You feel the grind of steel
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| And spinning bumpy road
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| And it’s riding inside’o' your veins
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| I hear the monkey yell
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| I feel a jungle spell
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| Come from within your body
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| A flower so divine
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| Inside of a human spine
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| Its pistil gets so naughty
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| Venus' flytrap is your petty doll
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| And it’s blooming inside 'o' your soul
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| Liar…
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| Your talk is smooth and strong
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| Never cut it wrong
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| You’re dancing very clever
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| And in the Court Of Law
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| With candy and a claw
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| You’ll change my mind forever
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| And you’re letting the oil to flaw
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| And you want me to walk on the floor |