| Within every electronic device
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| There lies a seed
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| Dormant and waiting to be… Released
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| Somewhere between 18mos and 2yrs
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| It will sprout… And begin to choke the life out
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| And if you’ve got an ipod,
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| You know exactly what we’re talking about
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| You pressed the power button
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| And what happened was nothin'
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| Itunes won’t even see it Now you wish you’d warranted it The Doom Seed has germinated
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| Your ipod shall not be resuscitated!
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| Now you gotta figure out whatchoo gon do with your dead ipod
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| Write a eulogy and bury it in your backyard
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| Even though it’s broke you can pretend like it’s not
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| To avoid conversation with strangers at the bus stop
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| Use it as a weapon if you’re being attacked…
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| You know what, on second thought, scratch that.
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| Tape it to your body, call it a bod-switch
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| Put it in a hoagie, call it an ipod-wich
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| A paper weight is lame unless there’s a fan on your desk,
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| And even in that case, a man hole cover works best.
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| Or keep it simple 'cause less is more;
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| Put it in a shoebox in the back of a drawer
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| Then 50 years from today
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| Your grandkids will find it and say:
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| «you listened to music on this!? |
| you mean when you were a kid, you didn’t have
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| music uploaded directly to your brain!»
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| And you’ll say «nah, we just had iPods.» |