| We are machines inside your heart
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| Let’s go back to the start
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| We are what we are
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| In a heartbeat’s second we’ll cut the chords
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| This time I’m not sure we’ll move forward
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| (Put your cold) hands on there, so what can’t you see
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| Why can’t you see?
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| (You and) I should be counting signs for a hundred miles
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| Tell them to turn it up and fill it up on hate
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| Just turn keys and drive on
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| The sooner, the better pull it out
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| And drive on straight
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| Turn the keys and drive on
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| We are what we are
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| And if we change
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| You should know we did it to please ourselves
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| We are machines
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| In a heartbeat’s second we’ll cut the chords
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| This time I’m not sure we’ll move forward
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| (Put your cold) hands on there, so what can’t you see
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| Why can’t you see?
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| (You and) I should be counting signs for a hundred miles
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| It’s not the end of you and me
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| It’s not the end of you and me, yeah
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| Tell them to turn it up and fill it up on hate
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| Just turn keys and drive on
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| The sooner, the better pull it out
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| And drive on straight
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| Turn the keys and drive on
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| Tell them to turn it, they are returning
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| They are returning and this is no big truth
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| Tell them to turn it up and fill it up on hate
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| Just turn keys and drive on
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| The sooner, the better pull it out
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| And drive on straight
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| Turn the keys and drive on |