Automaton fights for his family Protecting them from the threats all around But deep in his chest is one broken gear It keeps his feet dragging on the ground Well, it burns when he runs, and he coughs when he jumps It grinds and it scrapes when he flies He's not sure if he's got a better one around And if he pulls it, he could die Well, every year the gear gets looser Shaking, rattling, rusty and bent And every year automaton fingers the sore And wonders if he will live through the rent Well, it burns when he runs, and he coughs when he jumps It grinds and it scrapes when he flies He's not sure if he's got a better one around And if he pulls it, he could die Automaton fights for his family Protecting them from the threats all around But deep in his chest is one broken gear It keeps his feet dragging on the ground Well, it burns when he runs, and he coughs when he jumps It grinds and it scrapes when he flies He's not sure if he's got a better one around And if he pulls it, he could die Well, it burns when he runs, and he coughs when he jumps It grinds and it scrapes when he flies He's not sure if he's got a better one around And if he pulls it, he could die
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