Love my superstitious games
Running circles round my brain when I'm left smiling
I love to steal this living steam
My head in someone's dream
Crank, my conscience clear
I build my canopy of steel
It fulfills my sense of real
Crank, my conscience clear
In this small partition, like a prison
If you know where I come from
You call me crank, my idea
Crank, my conscience clear
Please call me crank, it's what I need
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