I know I've just gotta get out of this place
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I can't stand any more of that mechanical grace
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Though you say it's only industrial squeeze
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It looks like luxury and feels like a disease
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[Chorus:]
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Oh give it to me, give it to me
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I don't want to know much about much
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Give it to me, give it to me
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I need, I need, I need the human touch
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Left with just a house to hold
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Drinking your way to drydock
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It's easy to break up a model citizen
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Living in the state of shock
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I just can't believe I am responsible for this
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What the makeup hides can't be hidden with a kiss
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When I'm talking in tongues I go where you lead
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I don't make you plead, oh I need you
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How I'd like to fix her in a picture of rage
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How I'd like to catch her when she's acting her age
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But when she's laying stretched out on the floor
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It's no mystery to me anymore
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[Chorus]
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Human Touch
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| Elvis Costello |
