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Such a strange pre-occupation |
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Such a strange peculiar breed |
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How it's shining in its armour |
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Made of gold and made of steel |
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It can strike a chord inside you |
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Like a generation's need |
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Speaking happy words of promise |
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Big generator |
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Lives out of sight |
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Big generator |
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Hands upon the wheel |
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Moving to the left |
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(Moving) |
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Moving to the right |
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Big generator |
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Moving through the night |
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Second nature sacrifice |
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Even if you close your eyes |
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We exist through this strange disguise |
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I have heard it said to someone |
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Maybe it was me |
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There is a reason to experience |
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Psychedelic so we could see |
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To be growing up before us |
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Like the black and white of love |
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Be the focus, be the chorus |
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Big generator |
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Hands upon the wheel |
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Big generator |
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In for the kill |
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Second nature comes alive |
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Even if you close your eyes |
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We exist through this strange device |
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Moving to the left |
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Moving to the right |
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Big generator |
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Moving through the night |
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We are the voices of the big generator |
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Moving through the night |
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Moving |
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Flying out the soft machine, we offer |
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All surprise to you |
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Praise, oh praise this anthem generator |
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Moving through the night |
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Moving |
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We are the voice of every |
