| In a basement filled with instruments
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| A couple of kids made an attempt
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| To write the world’s greatest song
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| Matching words with melodies
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| Power cords and minor keys
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| Wondering if anyone would sing along
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| Well dream it big, little thunder
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| Time is always on your side
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| No one knows and so they wonder
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| If time will pass them by
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| When the rhythm and soul gets in your blood
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| The bass drum pulls with a mighty tug
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| And your mind starts to speculate
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| From a secret hideout underground
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| Is the Frankenstein we built out of sound
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| Really strong enough to bear the weight
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| Well drop the seats down in the bomber
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| Somehow we’ll make the pieces fit
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| No one knows and so they wonder
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| If this is really it
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| It sounded like this
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| Like that
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| Blew out the walls
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| And the ceiling collapsed
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| Filled up my head
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| Was loud, it was bright
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| And when everyone heard it, everybody knew
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| Things were gonna be all right
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| When I was still a kid, I went with my mom
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| I knew every word to every song
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| And we sang like we were at church
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| In high school, getting crass |
| Smoking long up on the grass
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| Afterwards I bought myself a shirt
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| For a moment the sound was madness
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| Fear we might have gone inside
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| But the dancing gnomes on your serape
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| Brought comfort to my brain
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| It sounded like this
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| Like that
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| It sounded like this
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| Like that
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| It blew out the walls
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| And the ceiling collapsed
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| Filled up my head
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| Was loud, it was bright
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| And when everyone heard it, everybody knew
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| Things were gonna be all right
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| Things were gonna be all right
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| Things were gonna be all right
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| Things were gonna be all right
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| It sounded like this
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| Like that
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| It blew out the walls
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| 'Cause the bass was so fast
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| Filled up my head
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| Was loud, it was bright
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| And when everyone heard it, everybody knew
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| Things were gonna be all right
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| From the dark recesses of your mind
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| We got a parachute
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| Gonna be all right
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| Well all right
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| From the dark recesses of your mind
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| Got a parachute
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| Gonna be all right
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| From the dark recesses of your mind
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| Got a parachute
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| Gonna be all right
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| From the dark recesses of your mind
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| Got a parachute
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| Gonna be all right |
| From the dark recesses of your mind
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| Got a parachute
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| Gonna be all right
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| When the mood gets heavy
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| Cymbals crashin'
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| Don’t know what to do
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| You just keep on dancin'
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| You just keep on dancin'
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| You just keep on dancin'
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| You just keep on dancin'
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| You just keep on dancin'
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| You just keep on dancin'
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| You just keep on dancin'
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| You just keep on dancin'
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| You just keep on dancin' |