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oxenfree - machine lyrics

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rote machine lifts my feet again
they trip on the line; they’re going to work

mild descent to west desires
mildew on the rind, you define me by worth

i say f-ck the man, i say f-ck the plan

i’m running in these flashlights, i’m saving my soul
i’m burning through these dye lines, i’ll never get old

vogue repeats shift upon the lens
projecting highs, a mind in reverse

rapt ascent with a baptist choir
lay hands to the sky, “god, tell me this works”

i say f-ck the man, i say f-ck the plan

i’m running in these flashlights, i’m saving my soul
i’m burning through these dye lines, i’ll never get old
is it a revolution if all i’m making is holes?
you tell me to admit that i’m losing control
why would i want to do that?

- oxenfree lyrics

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