Bush - Warm Machine

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I memorize the basics 
Making strange faces 
There's a thousand miles to go 
Without blinking 
Gravitate spacewards 
Find a home for the head 
From my basement 
No darkness ever left 

This is the night 
This is the sound 
Here comes the warm machine 
Such a warm machine 

Some days are playful 
Making play faces 
But we will not let it through 
The darkness and the sense 
Or being born to lose 

This is the night 
This is the sound 
Her comes the warm machine 
Such a warm machine 
This is the life 
This is the sound 
Here comes a warm machine 
Such a warm machine 

If I never know we can only feel 
I'll take the help 
I'll take a slice 
Warm alright now 
Cos I feel alright 

I memorize the basics, basics, basics 

This is the night 
This is the sound 
Here comes the warm machine 
Such a warm machine Such a warm machine 
Such a warm machine, machine, machine¡­