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fear. This may not be the end of the world. But you can see it from here She runs the motors and the music. On the carousel ride. She catches the children on the horses. As they fall through the rye
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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, cool cat. Cool kitty, I’m a cool, cool cat. . Meet me at the corner of cool and ice. Where all the girls hang out, you know the spots. The cars are fast and the motors are loud. If I were you I
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' for the final trip Come on it, get on it. I'm carving through a letter bomb. I need it, loud potions. These drugs are just an hour away Come on it, electronic. A polyphonic prostitute. The motors
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I'm a mean machine. I'm the kind you don't wanna meet. My middle is trouble. I'm a danger in the streets. The motors in overdrive. I've got my pedal to the floor. Never get enough. Always
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' for the final trip Come on it, get on it. I'm carving through a letter bomb. I need it, loud potions. These drugs are just an hour away Come on it, electronic. A polyphonic prostitute. The motors
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polyphonic prostitute. The motors on fire. Messiah for the animals . Ahh, oh, come on. We got our backs to the wall. Ah, get on and watch out. Sayin', "You're gonna kill us all" . Ahh, I'm on it, get on
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polyphonic prostitute. The motors on fire. Messiah for the animals . Ahh, oh, come on. We got our backs to the wall. Ah, get on and watch out. Sayin', "You're gonna kill us all" . Ahh, I'm on it, get on
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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' for the final trip Come on it, get on it. I'm carving through a letter bomb. I need it, loud potions. These drugs are just an hour away Come on it, electronic. A polyphonic prostitute. The motors
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' for the final trip Come on it, get on it. I'm carving through a letter bomb. I need it, loud potions. These drugs are just an hour away Come on it, electronic. A polyphonic prostitute. The motors
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Inside my lorry. I am driving through the night. Inside my lorry. The world does look all right Five to five, I got to drive. And if you ask me, where I go. I tell you coast to coast is what I
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On the park bench I slept on. Raindrops are fallin' on the newspapers coverin' me. I hear early mornin' motors. And I know the world is wakin' for the dawn But my mind's down a dark alley
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motors, painted green. Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream. Arms that can only lift a spoon. . You see everyone's gone. Everybody's gone. Everyone's gone to the moon. Everyone's gone to the moon
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. We held the coastline. They held the highland. And they were sharp. As sharp as knives. They heard the hum of the motors. They counted the rotors. And
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Song Whizz Kid - Mott The Hoople. Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat. She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet. Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the
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hand. Ford motors. He may have taken pictures. Been caught in Albuquerque. Flown in Great Artiste. On a mushroom cloud. Now he may be a Senator. A General or a Turn Key. But I know he looks like