| Thought I had it all figured out
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| Saw my purpose in the crevices of the everyday
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| Thought I had it all under control
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| Set up my life in neat little rows, in neat little rows
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| Find myself then let it all go
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| It’s time to make some trouble
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| And I, I’ve got that feelin' again
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| Whoa I, gotta keep my machine movin'
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| And I, I’ve got that feelin' again
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| My machine movin'
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| My machine movin'
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| Thought I had all figured out
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| Knew what my life was all about and then I let it be
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| To reinvent or let it all go
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| My question’s not the problem
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| Just sit still, it’ll be alright
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| I’m the only one left to fight
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| And I, I’ve got that feelin' again
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| Whoa I, gotta keep my machine movin'
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| And I, I’ve got that feelin' again
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| My machine movin'
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| My machine movin'
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| Find myself then let it all go
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| It’s time to make some trouble
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| And I, I’ve got that feelin' again
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| Whoa I, gotta keep my machine movin'
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| And I, I’ve got that feelin' again
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| My machine movin'
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| My machine movin'
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| And I, I’ve got that feelin' again
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| Whoa I, gotta keep my machine movin'
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| And I, I’ve got that feelin' again
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| My machine movin'
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| My machine movin' |