You can feel your nerve endings

They've been dead before today

You can feel them rising

Feel them rising all the way



You've got grease on your fingers

Oil on your face

Happy completely chasing the pace

Happy to find out even this late

You're not a number



There's a new sense of freedom

Come banging on your door

Deep down inside you

You've seem it all somewhere before

Somewhere in the past

Somewhere in a dream

It's got you completely

And you know what it means

Happy to find out even this late

You're not a number



There's a new sense of freedom

Come banging on your door

Deep down inside you

You've seem it all somewhere before

You've got grease on your fingers

Oil on your face

Happy completely chasing the pace

Happy to find out even this late

You're not a number


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