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wondering. When you're gonna see I'm not for sale. I've been questioning. When you're gonna see I'm not a part of your machine. ♪. Not a part of your machine. I'm not scared of what you're gonna tell me. No
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' scene. That's goin' on all the soldiers. That are fightin' in Chicago, Milwaukee, and New York. oh yes, and all. The soldiers fightin' in Vietnam. like to do a thing called 'Machine Gun'. " Machine
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I'm just a love machine. And I won't work for nobody but you (yeah baby). I'm just a love machine. A huggin', kissin' fiend I think it's high time you knew. Whenever I think of you. My mind
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damn. What fate awaits the machine gun man?. Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan. What fate awaits the machine gun man. The machine gun man, yeah? I can't see tomorrow, Lord, I
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wanna know where my pride has gone. The party's over, caught in a dream. Inside this world machine Teachers teach and preachers preach. Of spiritual evolution. But this big I am from uncle Sham. Just
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Dancing, dancing, dancing. She's a dancing machine. Ah babe. Move it baby Automatic Systematic. Full of color self contained. Tuned and channeled to your vibes Captivating Stimulating. She such
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Dancing, dancing, dancing. She's a dancing machine. Ah babe. Move it baby Automatic Systematic. Full of color self contained. Tuned and channeled to your vibes Captivating Stimulating. She such
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Dancing, dancing, dancing. She's a dancing machine. Ah babe. Move it baby Automatic Systematic. Full of color self contained. Tuned and channeled to your vibes Captivating Stimulating. She such
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Dancing, dancing, dancing. She's a dancing machine. Ah babe. Move it baby Automatic Systematic. Full of color self contained. Tuned and channeled to your vibes Captivating Stimulating. She such
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Avril Lavigne. So tell me, why you, you never tell the truth?. Chorus Avril Lavigne. Bois lie, I can too. Revenge is my sweet tooth. Girls cry and so will you. 'Cause bois lie, bois lie. Verse 2 Machine
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I found the bones of all your ghosts. Locked in the wishing well. While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets. I slumbered in my shell Im mittenacht, die mensch-machine Kissed me on my eyes. I
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