| we turn up our receivers and we point them to the sky
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| and then we wonder is the emptiness alive?
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| I can feel it coming in like fire in the belly like a prayer in the blood
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| Working in you the machinery of love
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| I can feel it coming in from infinite ways infinite directions
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| infinite ways infinite directions
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| The dark, endless dark and the whirling stars
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| where is love but the human heart?
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| We turn off our receivers and we listen to the mind
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| deep in our bones there is a factory of light
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| I can feel it coming in like fire in the belly, like a thunder in the skull
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| Oh relentless, the machinery of love
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| I can feel it coming in from infinite ways, infinite directions
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| infinite ways, infinite direction
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| The dark, endless dark and the whirling stars
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| where is love but the human heart?
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| where is love but the human heart?
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| The dark, endless dark and the whirling stars
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| where is love but the human heart? |