| I’m a bubble in a sound wave
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| A sonic push for energy
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| Exploding like the sun
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| A flash of clean light hope
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| All you scientists can hold your breath
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| Can I decide to show myself, oh oh
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| Oh oh oh…
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| (Take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly
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| oh my, imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry in rhyme)
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| If you think like Thomas Edison
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| Could you invent a world for me
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| Now all that’s on the surface
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| Are bloody arms and oil fields
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| Could I turn this place all upside down
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| And shake you and your fossils out, oh oh
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| Oh oh oh…
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| (You can’t predict everything with Newton like certainty, why
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| Oh my, coz it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high)
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| And you soothe yourself with the sounds you know
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| You tune out out out the hypnotic drone
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| Perfect hexagon of the honeycomb
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| And you soothe your soul with the shapes you know
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| Should I come outside and run your cars
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| Should I run your rockets to the stars
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| Could you invent a world for me
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| I need to hear a symphony
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| If I’m to run the future
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| You’ve got to let the old world go, oh oh
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| Oh oh oh…
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| (Take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly
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| oh my, imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry in rhyme)
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| And you soothe yourself with the sounds you know
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| You tune out out out the hypnotic drone
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| Perfect hexagon of the honeycomb
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| And you soothe your soul with the shapes you know
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| Your word for me is fusion
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| But is real change an illusion
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| Could I turn this place all upside down
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| And shake you and your fossils out
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| If I’m to run the future
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| You’ve got to let the old world go
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| Could you invent a world for me
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| I need to hear a symphony, oh oh
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| Oh oh oh…
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| (You can’t predict everything with Newton like certainty, why
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| Oh my, coz it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high) |