I know I just got to get out of this place
I can't stand any more of that mechanical grace
though you say it's only an industrial squeeze
it looks like luxury and feels like a disease

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oh give it to me, give it to me
I don't want to know much about much
give it to me, give it to me
I need, I need, I need - your human touch

left with just a high-school hope on your way to dry dock
it's easy to break up with all your senses living in a state of shock
I just can't believe I'm responsible for this
like a make-up eyes can be made up with a kiss

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oh when I'm talking in tongues
I go where you lead
I go make a bet
oh I need you

how I'd like to fix her in a picture of rage
how I'd like to catch her when she's acting her age
oh but when she's lying stretched out on the floor
it's no mystery to me any more

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