I've got myself a widget
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a gizmo with wires
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and martian intent yeah
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strange face of beauty
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on my machine
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it blinks and stares right at me
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sees nothing but in its wires
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a strange thing of beauty
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that's my machine
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you won't believe what it can do
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it tells me things I never
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wished I knew
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like the mirror when you ask
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it tells you true
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inside the machine
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the web has got you now
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inside the machine
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I'm part of it somehow
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I'd strap my DNA to it
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a living device, the light of my life, yeah
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strange thing of beauty
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that's my machine
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I sit and we crackle with static
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it makes no sense ot have experience
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when a strange of beauty
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that's my machine
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inside the machine, we're looking for control
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inside the machine, we're part of it somehow
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Inside The Machine
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| Bruce Dickinson |
