| Well, we failed in all the normal ways of doing things
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| Ways that wouldn’t make our parents disown us
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| All those chemistry degrees just left us rueing things
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| So we played the numbers, fates, dice and thrown us
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| In a castle down a dirt road
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| Where the lighting flowed
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| We were thinking of ways to make things explode
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| In a castle down a dirt road
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| Certain technicals prevented us from living there
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| Such that what our parents thought was rendered aloof
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| Our new center problem centered on conceiving there
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| Ah, but worse was how to find the offspring cute
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| In a castle down a dirt road
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| Where we dreamed in code
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| There was mass destruction in every newt and toad
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| In a castle down a dirt road
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| In a castle down a dirt road
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| Where a strange wind blowed
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| One flash of light and then strange things growed
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| In a castle down a dirt road |