| Growin' up in a biosphere
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| No respect for bad weather
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| There’s still roaches and ants in here
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| So resourceful and clever
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| Her great grandfather saw the future
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| Didn’t know nothin' bout panic
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| He certainly prob’ly thought
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| That it was unthinkable
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| Trace of mint waftin' in from the north
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| So we don’t fuck with the four-oh-one
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| It’s bigger than us and larger than we bargained
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| I guess it’s just not done
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| His great grandfather worked for Goodyear
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| He’d see the blimp on Sunday
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| I wonder what the driver knew
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| About making rubber tires
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| Terrarium
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| Terrarium
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| Submarines out there under the ice
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| Avoidin' and courtin' collision
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| An accident’s sometimes the only way
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| To worm our way back to bad decisions
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| My great grandfather was a welder
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| He helped build the Titanic
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| He certainly didn’t think
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| That it was unsinkable
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| Building up to the larger point
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| With an arrogance not rare or pretty
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| We don’t declare the war on idleness
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| When outside it’s cold and shitty
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| We stay inside and try and conjure the fathers
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| Of the injured and fakin'
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| If there’s a glory in miracles, it’s that they’re reversible
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| Terrarium
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