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Machinehead breathe in breathe out tied to a wheel fingers got to feel I spin on a whim I slide to the right I felt you like electric light for our love for our fear for our rise against the years and years got a machinehead better than the rest green to red machinehead and I walk from my machine I walk from my machine deaf dumb and thirty starting to deserve this leaning on my conscience wall blood is like wine unconscious all the time if I had it all again I'd change it all
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