(For) I am an engine
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and I'm rolling on
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through endless revisions
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(just think) what I mean
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to sweet misses jones who flew out through the window
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and landed back home in a garden of green
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you're riding alone in the back of a steamer
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and steaming yourself in a warm shower spray
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and water rolls on off the round captain's belly
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whose talking to tigers from his cafeteria tray
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And sweet baby's cry for the cool taste of milking
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that milky delight that invited us all
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and if there's a taste in this life more inviting
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then wake up your windows and watch as those sweet babys crawl away
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dee dee dee dee
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dee dee dee dee
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Engine
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| Neutral Milk Hotel |
