| I could take steps in this moon and that cloud
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| Look at my breath and still feel the warm out
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| This isn’t about seasons or about rhyme and reason
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| Trying to be smart but my 0's and my ones
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| Only show starts in my toes and thumbs
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| Nothing adds up but agrees
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| You becomes us and makes three
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| Here’s to such an old invention
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| Dear, we touched the fourth dimension
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| Bottle rockets and time bombs and warheads
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| We could go back, or keep on, or be led
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| Follow me to the chapel, we’re the kings of the castle
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| It’s a science, but there’s room to believe
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| In the riots, I find you and I breathe
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| This isn’t for the weak hearts
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| But everyone’s here at some part
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| Here’s to such an old invention
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| Dear, we touched the fourth dimension
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| Tears to such an old invention
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| Here’s an honorable mention
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| I’m on moons and clouds
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| Where worlds wrap around
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| I’m on moons and clouds
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| Where worlds wrap around
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| Here’s to such an old invention
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| Dear, we touched the fourth dimension
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| Tears to such an old invention
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| Here’s an honorable mention
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| We touched the fourth dimension
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| We touched the fourth dimension
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| We touched the fourth dimension |