| Took down my coat and I put it on
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| With cold hands through the sleeves
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| Put down my head and I rode alone
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| Silent as in the trees
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| I rode past all the soldiers there
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| Got in the bridge cross the creek
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| The lonesome sounds of my bridal bells there
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| Mad chattering teeth
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| Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need
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| Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine
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| Rode three days through the hell and rain
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| Cause the kick is in the heats
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| Now I heard that great job of winning then
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| Got through the darkest of me
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| Yeah it’s time until the war comes again
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| At least not till the spring
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| Said those fools can never take the crown
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| That it’s still up to you and me
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| Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need
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| Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine
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| Famines rage while the weather saves
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| Pointing fingers at the beach
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| This war machine and on the death of breeze
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| Crushing bodies underneath
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| Builds a cave and very soldiers lay
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| Flags out in the street
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| They finally tell the human race
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| But it’s still up to you and me
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| Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need
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| Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine
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| Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need
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| Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beat the Machine , by - Quaker City Night Hawks. Song from the album El Astronauta, in the genre Иностранный рок