Grounds for Separation

Tin-can sound and a dead-eyed crowd
 Turn a sane man crazy and a crazy man sad
 I can fight with the best, but I can only go so many rounds
 That's grounds for separation
 Preparation for better things
 Gonna grow a new set of wings
 And fly away
 Robot action, conditioned response
 Manufacture reeling like the tool and die
 I can turn it on, but I'm holding back with guarantee
 And that's grounds for separation
 Preparation for better things
 Gonna grow a new set of wings
 And fly away
 Music, it's my life, and I've got it in me
 But isn't it a bit like oxygen, where too much will make you high
 But not enough will make you die
 Oh, isn't it a bit like oxygen, where too much will make you high
 But not enough will make you die, make you die
 (So I gotta keep it under control)
 And that's grounds for separation
 Preparation for better things
 Gonna grow a new set of wings
 And fly away
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 I'm gonna fly, gonna fly away
 I'm gonna fly away
 Gonna fly, away
 I'm gonna fly away
 I'm gonna fly, fly away
 Far away
 I'm gonna fly, fly away
 Far away