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For I am an engine |
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And I'm rolling on |
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The world is all bending and breaking from me |
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For sweetness alone who flew out through the window |
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And landed back home in a garden of green |
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You're a riding alone in the back of steamer |
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And steaming yourself in the warm shower spray |
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And water rolls on off the round captain's belly |
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Who's talking to tigers from his cafeteria tray |
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And sweet babies cry for the cool taste of milking |
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That milky delight that invited us all |
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And if there's a taste in this life more inviting |
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Then wake up your windows and watch as the sweet babies crawl |
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Away |
