| BUSH- MACHINEHEAD Breath in, breath out tied to a wheel, my fingers got to feel i spin on a whim, i slam to the right i felt you like electric light for our love for our fear for the rise against the eyars and years and years got a machinehead better than all the rest green to red machinehead and i walk from my machine i walk from my machine deaf dumb dirty starting to deserve this leaning on my conscious wall blood is like wine unconscious all the time if i had it all again, i'd change it all |
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