| I am a tiny machinist.
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| I have the smallest plans.
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| I have a mind television.
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| The gift of idle hands.
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| I’ve been re-educated.
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| To bleed technology.
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| Even more complicated than the machines who made me.
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| I’m a wasteland messiah.
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| I’m a train run off the track.
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| I’m a first time believer in.
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| What might never always does.
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| Come back…
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| There was a blackhole voice.
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| An interrupted transmission.
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| It said to free yourself.
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| And that fear is your submission.
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| I have the tiny tools.
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| To finish what I start.
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| I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts.
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| I’m a wasteland messiah.
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| I’m a train run off the track.
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| I’m a first time believer in.
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| What might never always does come back.
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| I’m a ghost with a name.
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| I’m the now and never past.
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| I’m a first time believer in what might never always does.
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| Come back.
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| Yes, I want you.
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| Yes, I want your mind.
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| Blow it every time.
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| They say it’s darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone.
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| Of this I have no doubt.
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| I drove the 44.
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| To sun coming up sky.
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| And when I saw their cars,
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| I just smiled in my surprise.
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| Little wasteland messiahs.
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| Little trains run off the track.
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| Little first time believers in.
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| What might never always does.
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| Come.
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| Little ghosts with a name.
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| Little now and never past.
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| Little first time believers in.
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| What might never always does.
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| Come back. |