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