| In the time of the Edison girls
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| I was listening to every word
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| There was something happening
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| Dressed in clothes that my family wore
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| Left the world by which they all swore
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| But stop before you say you will
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| Cause we know that you never will
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| It’s just a lie
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| And there’s a tightrope running through the living room
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| And there’s a sidewalk made of gas
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| And there’s a light bulb broken at the bottom of the swimming pool
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| And there’s a reason why I’m gone
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| You can leave my name out of your book
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| With the doctors, forefathers and crooks who invented history
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| Who’ll invent the time machine?
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| But for now I’m just hanging around
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| Dream my dreams in cylindrical sound
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| But stop before you say you will
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| Cause we know that you never will
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| It’s just a line
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| And there’s a tightrope running through the living room
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| And there’s a restaurant on fire
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| You’re like a cyclone blowing through everyone you knew
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| And there’s a reason for it now |