A Romance of Flesh and Metal
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[VERSE 1]

It was a brisk evening, late that day
What more am I even obliged to say?
And I look upon the sunset slowly fading:

And I turn my head to my heart of gears
And see it fraught with all these kinds of fears
And the wind upon my lips is so persuading.

So I come to, I kick on my shoes
Go on a night on the town to clear my head of these blues
But the clouds above begin precipitating:

So I seek some shelter inside a lonely bar
And see a curious face from just afar
And I find myself starting to love what I should be hating —

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