13 Engines - Perpetual Motion Machine
Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dreamLet's catch some air, that's if you dareI'm only sixteen but you're my queenIt's a bright, bright morning, the road stretches farThe corn on the right, the wheat on the leftThere's a hill up ahead, let's catch some airPerpetual motion machine, I picked up a magazinePoor aimless, poor aimless, poor aimless meAimlesslyNow look at the fireball extinguish the sunMy daddy would perish if only he knewHundred and forty, air feeds the fire
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