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
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Small Black Box
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| Michael Penn |
