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Supernatural, Metaphysical
In the seat piloting,
With two hands that navigate,
Going through life,
Going through life,
You need to coordinate.
Level turf,
No headstrong ears at whim,
No idolatry,
No idolatry,
We must serve only Him.
A chief cornerstone,
Ancient of days,
The written Torah,
The written Torah,
Five books in a wooden case.
He's policing the universe,
Dressed in blue,
Wearing a badge,
Walking the beat,
In a pair of everlasting shoes.
Make a vow,
Like an offering in gold,
Supernatural, Supernatural, Metaphysical,
Supernatural, Supernatural, Metaphysical.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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