| Such a strange pre-occupation
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| Such a strange, peculiar breed
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| How it’s shining in its armour
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| Made of gold and made of steel
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| It can strike a chord inside you
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| Like a generation’s need
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| Speaking happy words of promise
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| Big generator
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| Lives out of sight
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| Big generator
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| Hands upon the wheel
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| Moving to the left (movin')
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| Moving to the right
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| Big generator
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| Moving through the night
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| Second nature sacrifice
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| Even if you close your eyes
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| We exist through this strange disguise
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| I have heard it said to someone
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| Or maybe it was me
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| There is a reason to experience
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| Psychedelic so we could see
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| To be growing up before us
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| Like the black and white of love
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| Be the focus, be the chorus
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| Big generator
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| Hands upon the wheel
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| Big generator
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| In for the kill
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| Second nature comes alive
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| Even if you close your eyes
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| We exist through this strange device
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| Moving to the left
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| Moving to the right
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| Big generator
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| Moving through the night
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| We are the voices of the big generator
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| Moving through the night
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| Movin'
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| Flying out the soft machine, we offer
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| All surprise to you
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| Praise, oh, praise this anthem generator
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| Moving through the night
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| Movin'
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| We are the voice of every |