| Trilobite, right Dwight’s in the light-bite
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| Trilobite, right in the light-bite, Dwight
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| Basking on the shores of time
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| The little stone creature ain’t dead to the world
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| They call him
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| Trilobite, right Dwight’s in the light-bite
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| Trilobite, right in the light-bite, Dwight
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| Clicking away for a second of fame
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| A billion years later they give it a name
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| They call it
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| Trilobite, right Dwight’s in the light-bite
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| Trilobite, right in the light-bite, Dwight
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| When I’m too wasted these rocks to clamber
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| Then lean me on the cliff and encase me in amber
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| And a creature from future in
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| Way out when
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| Will clock my fossil and name me Sven
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| That’s a nice name
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| Alright!
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| Built for a world where nothing needs shaving
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| Look at them stone antennae a-waving
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| Trilobite, right Dwight’s in the light-bite
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| Trilobite, right in the light-bite, Dwight
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| Let’s hold a clicking championship
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| The Trilobite wins and everybody else loses |