Either go away or go all the way in Look at what you hold Come back down on a spear of silence When it flies You go on through You come on through Thr rediculous no Oh no One more pair of Loving eyes look down on you Sheets and a pillow How old will you have to be before you Stop believing That those eyes will look down on you That way forever There you sit mouth wide open Animals nipping at your sides On wire wheels the four stroke man Opens wide The marching sound The constant ride On the gasket is mine All mine One more pair of Wire wheels bear down on you Gear stripping the willow How many machine men will you see before you Stop believing that speed Will slide down on you Like brakes in bad weather
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