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The gears were turningMy eyes were blurring,
burning, baby, burning.
My hands were shakin
And my ground was quakin
mistaken, I was, mistaken
WW
You see thing thing, up in the sky?
That red little bird, fluttering by...
He holds her heart, he holds her soul, he holds the thing you never stole.
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