Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Take me anywhere
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Somewhere without alcohol
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Or goons with muddy hair
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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The zombies that I pass
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The guy that beats his baby up
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The preachers and their past
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Baby doll
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Baby doll
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Clarity and prayer
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There's more than money moving here
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There's mindless maggot glare
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Working horrors-humping Tories
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Spittle on their chins
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Carving up my children's future
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Read 'em pal and grin
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Raging raging raging
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Burning in my room
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C'mon and get a good idea
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C'mon and get it soon
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I'm waiting on the fire escape
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I'm not exactly well
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I'm neither red nor black nor white
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I'm grey and blown to hell
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Make some new computer thing
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That puts me on the moon
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Not this psycho-time-bomb planet
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Poised to meet it's maker
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Shake a leg
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species
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They reach right out to touch someone
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Then wash their crusty hands
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Baby doll
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Baby doll
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Blue suede tuneless wonders
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Mass confusion-faithless blues
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Night that spews out watchmen
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Mopping up another fortune
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Fractured words and branca-sonic
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Anger trapped behind locked doors
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And right between the eyes
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Raging raging raging
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Burning in my room
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C'mon and get a good idea
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C'mon and get it soon
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I'm waiting on the fire escape
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I'm not exactly well
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I'm neither red nor black nor white
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I'm grey and blown to hell
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Tin machine
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Take me anywhere
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Tin Machine
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| David Bowie |
