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Oh me, you don't owe me your engineheart
Going and bone deep, taken apart
I've got friends, important friends-
Over across the river.
You will bend and cross my hand
I'll see you again.
Oh me, you don't know me, geary and worn
Glowy and boney, your engineheart
I've got pangs, and oxygens,
And dangling limbs to sever.
I can hear your beckoning
Somewhere over the sea.
(Whistling)
We had plans, important plans-
Far from disappearing.
Plants that bloom and never end,
Mashed into my teeth.
I've got pangs, and oxygens,
And dangling limbs to sever.
I can hear you beckoning
Somewhere over the sea.
Running with a slow leak, past distant Mars
Pulling, cajoling, even to the stars
(Whistling)
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