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