| Lyrics: | I know I just got to get out of this place
I can't stand any more of that mechanical
grace
though you say it's only an industrial squeeze
it looks like luxury and feels like a
disease
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oh give it to me, give it to me
I don't want to know much about
much
give it to me, give it to me
I need, I need, I need - your human
touch
left with just a high-school hope on your way to dry dock
it's easy to break
up with all your senses living in a state of shock
I just can't believe I'm responsible for
this
like a make-up eyes can be made up with a kiss
chorus
oh when I'm
talking in tongues
I go where you lead
I go make a bet
oh I need you
how
I'd like to fix her in a picture of rage
how I'd like to catch her when she's acting her
age
oh but when she's lying stretched out on the floor
it's no mystery to me any
more
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