| Let me take you with me in my gaseous machine
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| It’s quite the strangest nothingness that you have ever seen
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| It gathers information on a hyperbolic beam
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| And moves in all dimensions missing nothing in between
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| First we get inside (or was it on?) if you prefer
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| Then you tell me when you want to go
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| Now is then and all is when, tomorrow is before
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| Tell me when to stop, I’d like to know
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| A million bright years on
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| Would that we hence? |
| Or is it thence?
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| You talk amongst yourslves 'til I straighten out the tnse
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| How beautiful, how wonderful, huh, how could I be so dense?
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| Oh, we’ve landed on Birantis at incredible expense
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| Take me to your leader (to the captain)
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| We are friends and soon we must be gone
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| We’ve come to see the bull upon the mounts and
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| We have to, it’s the title of the song
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| Walking up the hill and in the distance we could see
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| Reflections, just another mile to solve the mystery
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| The crowds begin to gather, now whatever can it be?
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| In the Bull of Birantis, the beer is all for free |