TV on 10

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Take a deep breath, try to relax Just close the shade, don't start to panic Hope there's no map, in the seat back 'Cause if I know, where we're at Right as we cross to blue from green The fiery terror will engulf me You hold my hand reluctantly But you look at me like I am crazy "Planes almost never crash," you say "Almost never isn't never," I say as I shake And I fight back tears, my biggest fear Something going on while we're up here Eyes closed tight until we land, I don't care if it's rare It happens (Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten) It happens It happens (Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten) It happens Five in a den with a TV on 10 229 meeting and I see beyond them Married to marathon of bad cable access Times while the gravitron axis wind Up, Tony had a hive for the club Where the toes of the tigers, arrive and erupt Run's house flies in a ripening husk Each unwound one too alive to instruct On his own, yet wove are a knife in the gut So a holed-up night was a fiber to clutch Wednesday 9/2/98, but really Not even a client of your time and space Surf in a 20 inch tube In a home-videos-over-news kinda room But a casual flip is a light-show dice roll Looking for a chuckle, might stumble on a cyclone This just in: tale of a plane crash Typical affliction to flinch at and change past Harsh but the city piles stiffs like a haystack Either you're a needle or a gray mass One channel up, wait, maybe change back Okay, a dose of the old death toll game Fact: MD-11 in the ocean Close to the coast of a cold Nova Scotia Left JFK, smelled smoke in the vulture Found fire in the hole, never found closure Now a quote from his homeboy Jeremy: "My mother took a night flight out of Kennedy" What? Yup, she was Switzerland bound Aw, dude, she's fine, dude, she's fine What you're thinking is an impossibility of design Turn it up a second if need a little peace of mind Halifax divers find no survivors We just need the name of the city you were flying towards It's not like any of us knew the routing But the given alternative isn't one we were allowing Here's where the room run a fever: Five in a den waiting on a flight number through a speaker And I never knew a number as a cleaver 'Till an anchorwoman utter "Swiss Air 111 to Geneva" Holy fucking shit What just happened? That doesn't happen We were just sitting here normal Now they got a motherless child with a father and a widower to phone call I remember that you rode your bike home N.Y. autumn like a fright-night fight song Four stayed up late with the lights on Combing over every last scale on a python You were in the hearts of the posse you were raised in Spoke of in the same breathe as powerful and brave men Learned life outta death, live with his friends Five in the den with the TV on 10 It happens (Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten) It happens It happens (Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten) It happens It happens (Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten) It happens