| Have you ever seen an atom?
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| Little bits of everything floating by
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| Take a good look at them
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| Collectively they compose all you see including your eye
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| Brilliant puzzle
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| A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve
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| But we’re just monkeys
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| Scratching our heads trying to open our ears
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| To a chord that just don’t seem to resolve
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| And we call it wisdom
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| Yes, intellect in a truest sense of the word
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| You see for us security means a harmony
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| According to only what we have heard
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| And this along and nothing less
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| Will ease our heart and our mind
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| In the hope that in feeling free we’ll reach paradise
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| On that hilltop we’re still trying to find
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| But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem
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| That paradise was once the world and it wasn’t just a dream
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| The earth was our heaven and we did not know there were rules for us to break
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| And maybe now we’ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make
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| Whoops
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| Whoops
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| Whoops
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| Whoops
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| In this corner
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| Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable
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| Life and all that surrounds it
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| And in this corner
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| Weighing in at well, not really much of anything
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| A very sound and user friendly idea
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| On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed
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| Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting
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| Take a look at the horizon
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| Quiet and still
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| You know there used to be bison
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| Gentlemen you may fire at will
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| They say this land won’t go to waste
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| But you gotta wonder how
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| You know we’re chopping down the air we breathe
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| As fodder for the cow
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| That’s right so we can eat well
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| Yes and starve to death
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| And say there’s nothing we can do
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| Because we really don’t want to do a goddamn thing
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| Look I’m shrugging and so are you
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| We can imagine the straightest of lines
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| But our fingers can’t control the pen
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| And it’s this frustration that yields relief
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| As we say we’re just mortal men
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| And that means we get to torture a chimpanzee
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| And infect him with disease
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| Because he screams just like a human child
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| While we study his desperate pleas
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| But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem
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| That paradise was once the world and it wasn’t just a dream
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| The earth was our heaven and we did not know there were rules for us to break
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| And maybe now we’ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make
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| Whoops
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| Whoops
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| While we’re on the subject you know my conscience hurts
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| And it will not go away
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| So please concoct me some pill I can take
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| While I think of something clever to say
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| So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass
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| And find no need to cringe
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| And forget that sinking feeling, I’m a dinosaur
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| Out on his drunken last binge
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| From fossil to fossil
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| Dust to dust
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| I’ll see you all in the earthy crust
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| Whoops
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| Whoops |