Welcome to it, babe-
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Cities cold and grey,
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and crumblin' on down,
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& beaten to the ground
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We learn it well here,
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where we drink and where we swell
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and forget about life (for our lives)
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In an icey shell
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My brothers and I,
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pregnant with a dream,
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livin' kinetic lives,
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from a stagnant scene,
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through the mind we see,
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and with the music we breathe
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from iron and ore we're smelt-
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(Persevering) in the rust belt.
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From the corrosion I rise
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daughters and sons arise!
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Tonight we break it down,
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and exist with barriers gone,
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and we'll get it together,
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and we'll get it on!
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Tonight we get it on,
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Tonight we get it on,
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Tonight we get it on,
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Tonight we get it on,
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Baby we deliver
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A celebration of life
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blessed life-livers
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gathered here tonight
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"mother, mother moon"
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my pretty baby croons,
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let's break it on down
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and get it together tonight.
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Tonight we get it on,
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Tonight we get it on,
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Tonight we get it on,
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Tonight we get it on.
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The Psychonaut & The Rustbelt
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An Albatross |