Oh, Team Machine!
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I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
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We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
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Oh, Team Machine!
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Every single piano i've ever met in my life
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never sounded as good as melted Casio keys
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burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
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Oh, that Laser Rain kept me up all night again
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scratching at the window like a bright colored beast
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howling at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
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shake your hands like they're full of feathers.
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shake your wings like they're laced with sound.
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shake your skin like a scrambled tv.
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gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.
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and if your night unplugs its life.
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Digital sunrise. Digital sunset.
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Digital sunrise.
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Oh, Team Machine!
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The world's got no end and got no beginning.
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Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines, looking over cliffs of eternity.
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shake your hands like they're full of disaster.
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shake your wings like they're painted with tar.
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shake your skin like it's sewn with insects.
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gnash your teeth like an exploding car.
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and if your night unplugs its life
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blame it on the laser rain.x2
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and if your life unplugs its eyes
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blame it on the laser rain.x2
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because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
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and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twleve times;
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now it's buried in a digital coffin.
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So you climb out to your windowsill
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as the drum machines laugh to themselves.
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and if your night unplugs its life
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blame it on the laser rain.x2
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and if your life unplugs its eyes
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blame it on the laser rain.x2
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Laser Life
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| The Blood Brothers |
