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Picture this, a small black box |
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To open it, unlock the locks |
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As I dissect in retrospect this scene |
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You turned it on like a machine |
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A mechanizing go-between |
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The clock-to-China figurine |
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I do crash |
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With everybody on the ground |
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In pieces, coming down |
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If we do crash |
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With everybody on the ground |
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And pieces coming down |
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On take-off we were unaware |
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That we'd wind just up in the air |
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Now we're fighting for the flare it seems |
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All you want's another toy |
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We all need something to destroy |
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Until you can believe the joy when |
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You crash |
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With everybody on the ground |
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In pieces, coming down |
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If we do crash |
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With everybody on the ground |
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And pieces coming down |
