| It was Trumansburg, New York, 1963
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| Where Robert Moog began his Main Street factory
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| It was Herb Deutsch who blew his mind
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| With his music and design
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| And together they built the circuits and made history
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| Music will never be the same
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| Because you gave us the synthesizer
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| The electric buzz of the waveforms called the artists from the east
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| On Trumansburg they descended
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| To witness the shimmering beast
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| Out in the west
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| Beaver and Krause turned on the heads in the Monterey
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| And Sun Ra flew in the space probe with his Model B
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| Bordemn and the Mallards, they really took flight
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| Casting mantras and patterns and numbers into a virgin New York night
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| Then Wendy switched on her noise and there was no turning back
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| From Nashville to Popcorn, the Moog was everywhere
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| Music will never be the same
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| Because you gave us the synthesizer
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| Music will never be the same
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| (It will never be the same)
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| Because you gave us the synthesizer |