Last night, I awoke with all the answers
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Then quickly I grabbed hold of pen and paper
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To write down, so in the morning I wouldn't forget.
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Next day, I looked over what was written
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And oddly it was only ones and zeros
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But perfect in the fact that it completed my set.
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Product of life, I've been told
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Theories are stagnant and old
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Time to demystify something new.
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Necessity leads us to change
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What we discover is strange
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Solely depending on point of view.
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Tonight, tonight, I turn out my light and dream
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Of carbon and protein which increase my might.
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Research avoids some regret
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Predicting what we will get
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Error accepted and therefore gone.
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Physics just hinder the dream
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Bite the wax tadpole it seems
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Progress continues and marches on.
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Tonight, tonight, I turn out my light and dream
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Of vitamins and haircuts and genetic delights.
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Last week, I was working in my kitchen
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When oddly, I discovered cold fusion
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So I wrote down the process on the back of my hand.
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Next time when the recipe repeated
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I still thought that something else was needed
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Cause texture and flavor were still quite bland.
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Product of life, I've been told
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Theories are stagnant and old
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Time to demystify something new.
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Necessity leads us to change
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What we discover is strange
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Solely depending on point of view.
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Tonight, tonight, I turn out my light and dream
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Of hygiene and posture, which make me seem right.
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Research avoids some regret
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Predicting what we will get
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Error accepted and therefore gone.
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Physics just hinder the dream
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Bite the wax tadpole it seems
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Progress continues and marches on.
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Tonight, tonight, I turn out my light and dream
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Of carbon and protein, which increase my might.
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I dreamt I was swimming in the ocean
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And came face-to-face with a blue whale.
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It frightened me the size that it would grow.
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And I found my purpose, I must prevent this,
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Before he hurts us.
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Bite the wax tadpole.
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Last night, I awoke with all the answers
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Then quickly I grabbed hold of pen and paper
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To write down, so in the morning I wouldn't forget.
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Then on the next day, I looked over what was written
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And oddly it was only ones and zeros
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But perfect in the fact that it completed my set
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Bite The Wax Tadpole
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Super 8 Bit Brothers |