| Pray to the simple machines
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| That do not rely on belief
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| The softness of steam and of gears
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| Their energy is surely pure
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| The kindness of engines is not in you
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| Claire you do it perfectly
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| The water is all on it’s own
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| It goes where it wants to go
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| The telephone can’t dry it up
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| And sleeplessness won’t make it slow
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| If opposites are the best chance of hope
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| Claire you do it perfectly
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| The line straight to defeat is based upon belief
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| That’s how we are sustained
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| On pretty girls make graves
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| Sweetly you punctuate weakness
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| Claire you do it perfectly
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| The highway it helps to forget
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| The straightness it doesn’t betray
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| It lies on in where it lies
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| It’s courtesy is it exists
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| That’s how we are sustained
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| On pretty girls make graves
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| The line straight to defeat is based upon belief
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| Confirmed and catalogued
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| Your lies
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| Claire you do it perfectly |