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World war archives fill the offices
of the cold war parties to research
the psycho base
in the influence and cause they
need free young slaves

Teenage temples spread
their wings
fly to young men's shore
to send information vibes
to let us know much more.

This is the film where the children shoes burn
where the windy hills of clothes smoke
in the autumn rain
Once upon a time? No it's yet today.

High tech preachers shake their legs
in an ethic scene
New religions leave this ball
with pillar feet on screens

Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones

Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones

Teenage temples spread
their wings
fly to young men's shore
to send information vibes
to let us know much more.

Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones

Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the mechanic sting
and the wide wave phones
World war archives fill the offices  of the cold war parties to research  the psycho base  in the influence and cause they  need free young slaves    Teenage temples spread  their wings  fly to young men's shore  to send information vibes  to let us know much more.    This is the film where the children shoes burn  where the windy hills of clothes smoke  in the autumn rain  Once upon a time? No it's yet today.    High tech preachers shake their legs  in an ethic scene  New religions leave this ball  with pillar feet on screens    Ride your way my love machine  Conscience, break my stones  Give me the sixth sense for words  and the wide wave phones    Ride your way my love machine  Conscience, break my stones  Give me the sixth sense for words  and the wide wave phones    Teenage temples spread  their wings  fly to young men's shore  to send information vibes  to let us know much more.    Ride your way my love machine  Conscience, break my stones  Give me the sixth sense for words  and the wide wave phones    Ride your way my love machine  Conscience, break my stones  Give me the mechanic sting  and the wide wave phones