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We are the age of reason
There is no turning back
And I'm not talking 'bout
Righteousness and all that crap
You put your hand on my shoulder
Come on, don't look so lost
But there is no art these days, I say
There's just the frame and what it cost
And then we wonder why we're lost
Well, he knows all about the damage
And he takes me anyway
The way he pulls me in with his big hands
He talks in symphonies and engines and vans
Oh, my man, he's a rare catch to land
Come here, let me wipe the engine grease from your face
Throw me down with your hands around my waist
My man, watch out, I see white wedding lace, yes, I do
He gets this smirk on him whenever he lies
I think I see my children in his eyes
No, he can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize
And he can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize
My man, I see my children in his eyes
My man, I see my children in his eyes
I'm in the house on my own
So I get the atlas out
And Madagascar, yeah, I'd like a bit of that
I trace my finger down
To La Reunion
But you can't go everywhere
And really, home is with my man
Well, you know he understands
All about the damage, yes, he does
And he takes me anyway
The way he pulls me in with his big hands
He talks in symphonies and engines and vans
Oh, my man, he's a rare catch to land
Come here, let me wipe the engine grease from your face
Throw me down with your big hands around my waist
Oh, my man, watch out, I'll be collecting white wedding lace
He gets this smirk on him whenever he lies
I think I see my children in his eyes
No, he can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize
And he can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize
He can't lie, my man, he's a rare prize
My man, I see my children in his eyes
My man, I see my children in his eyes