| Eve made of atoms
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| Everything happens, I won’t stand where lightening struck
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| The genie won’t go back
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| Now that it’s woke up
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| Think not in memory
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| None of that alchemy, may the sword be pulled unstuck
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| The genie won’t go back
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| Now that it’s woke up
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| The universe is always right, surrender any mind
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| To the cosmic arrow
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| An ember soon becomes a flame, touch me, baby, cry my name
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| So the universe knows
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| So what if the dream’s delayed?
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| Ther are hearts to ache, plats to break, cities to fake
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| And the genie won’t go back
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| Now that it’s awake
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| The universe is always right, surrender any mind
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| To the cosmic arrow
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| An ember soon becomes a flame, touch me, baby, cry my name
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| So the universe knows
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| If it be so, then it be right, flesh is golden, it’s finite
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| We’re only ever borrowed
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| An ember soon becomes a flame, burn it, baby, curse my name
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| So the universe won’t
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| So what if the dream’s delayed?
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| How else it gonna get made?
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| The genie won’t go back
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| No, the genie won’t go back
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| No, the genie won’t go back
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| Now that it’s awake |