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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