| Oh my… Ratchet, the Dimensionator has sent us to a dimension where not
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| everybody is subscribed to The Stupendium! |
| Quickly, hit the red button to send
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| us back! |
| Hehehehe…
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| So things seem stable, it’s beginning to all make sense
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| But on the periodic table equilibrium ain’t that dense
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| So you’re top of every playbill? |
| You’ve been living as the main event?
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| Live a life on red carpet, you can’t be surprisd when you ask where th rug went
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| When it’s pulled out from under your feet
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| Fronting parades to confronting defeat
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| Dumped in the rain unfamiliar streets
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| But there’s nothing to gain by admitting you’re beat
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| Maybe it ain’t quite as grim as it seems
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| Don’t get to choose the loose screws you inherit
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| That’s more than a face in the mirror you’re seeing
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| Together you’ve got the tools to repair it
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| Might just be a Lombax with a wrench
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| I was sat on the bench, now I’m back with a vengeance
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| Smashed my dimension, so Ratchet’s suggestion?
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| Mechanical emperors should cash their pensions
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| Graduate from the school of harder knocks
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| Than the Grade-A plates of my Carbonox
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| When I take straight aim with my blaster shots
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| The reports say rain with some parts of bots
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| When realities collide, it’s appealing to think
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| There’s green on the other side, well you’re wielding the Sprinkler
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| The world’s what you make, it’s your fate’s not ingrained
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| Every crack in the paint’s still a piece of the picture
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| Every crack in the paint’s still a piece of the picture
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| Look past the pieces and you’ll see there’s more adventure to seize
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| Don’t believe it? |
| Then you’re thinking one-dimensionally
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| So this world is not the one that you intended to be?
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| Well a Rivet’s what you need when things might tear at the seams
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| It’s your turn to revolt in every turn of the bolt
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| Take the world on your shoulders, then turn it to gold
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| When you’ve crashed into fragments of all that you know
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| Well you’re far from alone, we’re just a rift apart
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| A rift apart
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| We’re just a rift apart
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| A rift apart
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| So it seems your outlook can be warped
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| Whole schemes cut off like some jean shorts
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| Keep tracking 'em down and the heat source
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| Leads you to keen sword swings at machine sorts
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| Keep breathing, it’s all gonna pass in a season
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| Believe it and call it a flash in the pan and release it
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| Let a thought stop with a dash
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| And you’ll leave it all looking real small in the past
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| A Shatterbomb to your artwork
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| Can make it feel like your heart burst
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| It’s hard to know what to start first
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| Each step becomes a departure
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| And you may feel like a drifter
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| Resist a place in the mixture
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| Is this a crack in the rift or
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| Another piece of the picture
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| Another piece of the picture
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| Look past the pieces and you’ll see there’s more adventure to seize
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| Don’t believe it? |
| Then you’re thinking one-dimensionally
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| So this world is not the one that you intended to be?
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| Well a Rivet’s what you need when things might tear at the seams
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| It’s your turn to revolt in every turn of the bolt
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| Take the world on your shoulders, then turn it to gold
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| When you’ve crashed into fragments of all that you know
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| Well you’re far from alone, we’re just a rift apart
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| A rift apart
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| We’re just a rift apart
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| A rift apart
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| There’s one thing rarer than Raritanium, that’s a fate that don’t seem alien
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| No matter how long you’ve been on that grind, life soon find ways of derailing
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| Any Infobot will say the same again if a legacy’s planting seeds
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| You’d better believe I’m leaving these enemies in leaves and geraniums
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| Though chance may choose our canvas, only we can paint the hues
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| But your flaws don’t mean you’re broken, they’re just deeper shades of you
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| Combination of Sagan and
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| Bob Ross
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| , no mistakes when repainting the cosmos
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| If things seem grey, it’s the start of a gradient, can’t make hay without
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| raking the compost
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| Where dimensions fragment and the shards reconnect
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| You’ll find you’re not defined, by the past they reflect
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| Leaving one world behind, can be hard to expect
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| But you’ll work out in time a new path in the next
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| When your reality cracks, it can feel like forever
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| Trapped in the gaps as the pieces are severed
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| If you feel you could lapse all you need is a tether
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| To that team at your back you can keep it together
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| Look past the pieces and you’ll see there’s more adventure to seize
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| Don’t believe it? |
| Then you’re thinking one-dimensionally
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| So your world is on the brink of some Nefarious scheme?
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| Well a Rivet’s what you need when things might tear at the seams
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| It’s your turn to revolt in every turn of the bolt
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| Take the world on your shoulders, then turn it to gold
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| When you’ve crashed into fragments of all that you know
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| Well you’re far from alone, we’re just a rift apart
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| A rift apart
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| We’re just a rift apart
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| A rift apart
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| And with every new world that unfurls you will find
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| There is more to your life than the one you designed
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| There is far more to fight for
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| Than what you are leaving behind |