| Working the wheel
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| One eye alert and one asleep
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| Mouth on me
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| Projected through the lens of your machine
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| I want to feel
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| You creep into the very core of me
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| Cause no-no-nothing
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| Is every enough machine
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| You
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| (M A C H I N E E)
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| Through hurt of steel
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| What is the melting point of my core
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| When is the song forgotten
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| What is unseen inside of me
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| Where does my conscience turn greed
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| Stay for the later applause
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| Might catch it if you linger
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| Wanna sit and do as your told
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| Your liquids turn my body cold
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| Working the wheel
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| A handful of thoughts I must conceal
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| Anything that bring me any sense of joy
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| They steel
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| I need to feel
|
| You creep into the very core of me
|
| Working the wheel, wheel
|
| Creep into the very core
|
| Working the wheel, wheel
|
| A handful of sounds of joy
|
| Working the wheel, wheel
|
| Creep into the very core
|
| Working the wheel, wheel
|
| A handful of sounds of joy
|
| What is the melting point of my core
|
| When is the song forgotten
|
| What is unseen inside of me
|
| Where does my conscience turn greed
|
| Stay for the later applause
|
| Might catch it if you linger
|
| Wanna sit and do as your told
|
| Your liquids turn my body cold
|
| Working the wheel, wheel
|
| Creep into the very core
|
| Working the wheel, wheel
|
| A handful of sounds of joy
|
| Working the wheel, wheel
|
| Creep into the very core
|
| Working the wheel, wheel
|
| A handful of sounds of joy |