| What splendidly weaved from an atom bomb,
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| Retrieved from a teleprompt,
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| Practical, you are not,
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| Break the ice with a cotton swab,
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| A fever that cools us all,
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| Handshake’s a contact sport,
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| No one was waiting to throw out the pilot,
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| We’ll float on the back of the winds that you send us,
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| Another tomorrow,
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| Shedding the shade we made yesterday,
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| Disguised as the lightning,
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| Dissolving all of the thunder,
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| Then appeasing a monster under the acrylic skies,
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| Another tomorrow,
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| So grab my hand here comes the crash,
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| I live for the strong impact that renders both our airbags,
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| Takes very letter you send,
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| Don’t fold if you’re made to bend,
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| Rekindle the feud again,
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| No one was waiting to throw out the pilot,
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| We’ll float on the back of the winds that you send us,
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| Another tomorrow,
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| Shedding the shade we made yesterday,
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| Disguised as the lightning,
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| Dissolving all of the thunder,
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| Then appeasing a monster under the acrylic skies,
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| Another tomorrow,
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| Did you recognize your next door neighbor today,
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| String up your harp,
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| Play like today will last five minutes,
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| This won’t take long,
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| Sing us a song that stops the silence,
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| Another tomorrow,
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| Shedding the shade we made yesterday,
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| Disguised as the lightning,
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| Dissolving all of the thunder,
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| Then appeasing a monster under the acrylic sky,
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| Another tomorrow. |