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I've been stumbling for years Without finding the part the part that ignites my machine I've been searchin' for something that puts my engine in start So I won't have to use gasoline Is it something or someone that has gentle hands who will shift all my gears into go 'Til then I'll be lonesome I have no strong bands With people who tell me to do so The streets I just walk without intention or care looking for stuff that is shining Indifferent I look As people badly fare Looking for someone who's binding But what can I tell you I'm still laying in bed Knowing that the day when I find it That I cannot help it When it sees only red That I just can't rewind it
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Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 12:16 PM UTC
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I've been stumbling for years Without finding the part the part that ignites my machine I've been searchin' for something that puts my engine in start So I won't have to use gasoline Is it something or someone that has gentle hands who will shift all my gears into go 'Til then I'll be lonesome I have no strong bands With people who tell me to do so The streets I just walk without intention or care looking for stuff that is shining Indifferent I look As people badly fare Looking for someone who's binding But what can I tell you I'm still laying in bed Knowing that the day when I find it That I cannot help it When it sees only red That I just can't rewind it
7th June 2011
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Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 12:16 PM UTC
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