| Nothing became something
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| Turned itself inside out
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| Subatomic particles became atoms, became stars, became galaxies
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| The earth’s crust became solidified
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| The planets became perfectly aligned
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| Jupiter blinked with its little red eye
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| Oxygen replaced methane
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| A party started in the ocean
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| Trilobites and crustaceans
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| A Cambrian explosion
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| A conga line headed up on land
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| Out of the water and into the frying pan
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| A layer of iridium paved the way
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| For furry mammals with big, beautiful brains
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| The Congo River divided the chimpanzees
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| The peaceful bonobos from the ones like you and me
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| As soon we stood up, picked an apple from a tree
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| Someone pointed a finger, said, «That apple belongs to me.»
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| And people fought and loved and died
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| And everywhere babies opened their eyes
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| And had their hearts broken, laughed, and cried
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| Watched the planets slowly collide
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| And one day I asked if I could borrow your bass guitar
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| Not that I needed one
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| But I didn’t know where to start
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| One magic night in an empty backyard
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| You grabbed my arm and kissed me quick
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| Under a heaven full of stars
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| And that’s the story of how we met
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| The long version
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| And you can call it fate or chance
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| But we made it happen
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| We made it happen, we made it happen |