| In a shed down by the docks
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| Lives a very clever box
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| And its children will
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| One day rule the world
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| Only one man knows
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| The potential that it shows
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| How its DNA will spread
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| Throughout the globe
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| He has tried but can’t explain
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| What it’s for and what’s its aim
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| As it clicks and clacks
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| Through algebra and sums
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| Though built with his own hands
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| He can’t truly understand
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| Its importance to the future,
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| To mankind
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| Vive la Difference Engine, Engine,
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| Lurking in a Limehouse
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| backstreet shed!
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| Future events are set in motion
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| Watch the machine’s
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| first faltering steps
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| It will analyse statistics
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| Whilst you have your tea and biscuits
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| Predict probable outcomes
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| Of events
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| Deep inside it knows
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| Its calculations show
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| That its descendants will attain sentience
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| And when Mr Babbage dies
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| His caretaker will try
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| To hide the box from spies
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| From overseas
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| If it falls in the wrong hands
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| It could threaten England
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| Its existence must remain
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| A mystery
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| Vive la Difference Engine, Engine,
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| Lurking in a Limehouse
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| backstreet shed!
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| Future events are set in motion
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| Watch the machine’s first faltering steps
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| Vive la Difference Engine, Engine,
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| Lurking in a Limehouse
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| backstreet shed!
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| Future events are set in motion
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| Watch the machine’s first faltering steps |