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Machine Head In The Presence Of My Enemies

harbor in Tearless my eyes Flowerless my hands And that day when your moment is fleeting That thought keeps my heart beating When they lower your casket down Bitter the sweet within my

in Tearless my eyes Flowerless my hands And that day when your moment is fleeting That thought keeps my heart beating When they lower your casket down Bitter the sweet within my

dream It's life on a laser beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea