I won't see all of you with my bare eye
They make crooked glass to see the details that pass by
Straight in front of my scienceless eye
I need to be a jerk sometimes
You need to hear the loud engine roar
Without ever moving forward
We both want to be at the top to throw it off
And appear at the bottom to laugh as we watch it crash into the street
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