Baby, I am waiting for a ride
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and it may take some time,
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but you know I would fly if I could fly,
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climb if I could climb and my dreams,
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as everything with me, are just like that,
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where I see the place I need to be
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but not the way there.
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Cause all the things that we have seen
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are all the things we want to show.
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But all the things that we have seen
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are not always the things we ever really know.
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Baby, this is such a pretty mess.
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My little monkey wrench.
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And it sits where all the machinists
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can examine it.
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And thats fine, I like reading their minds
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as they're figuring odds and times.
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It's pointless, but it's fine.
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There's nothing to find.
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Cause all the things that we have seen
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are all the things we want to show.
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But all the things that we have seen
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are not always the things we ever really know.
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My Little Monkey Wrench
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| Hot Water Music |
