MachineHead
breath in breath out :: tied to a wheel fingers got to feel :: i spin on a whim i slide to the right :: i felt you like an electric light :: for our love :: for our fear :: for our rise against the years and years and years
got a machinehead better than the rest :: green to the red machinehead :: and i walk from my machine :: i walk from my machine :: deaf dumb and thirty
starting to deserve this :: leaning on my conscience wall :: blood is like wine :: unconscious all the time :: if i had it all again :: i'd change it all
Bello, man, 40 jaar
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