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There seemed to be a buzzing in the air |
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The barnyard creatures settled off to bed |
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All at once they heard the sound |
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Soft vibration filled the ground |
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Now it came as they were sleeping |
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Now the magic science knife |
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Is cutting up the molecules of gold |
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Now the magic scientists |
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Patching up the fabric of the soul |
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A slip of the coil |
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Printed them, stacked them on a shelf |
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And lined them up imprinted on a page |
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Printed there in paper news |
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The farm reports became untrue |
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Now it came as they were sleeping |
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Now the magic science knife |
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Is cutting up the molecules of gold |
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Now the magic scientists |
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Patching up the fabric of the soul |
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A slip of the coil |
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The perfect sheep can fly a fancy plane |
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It's counterpart prepares a perfect meal |
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The luxury of |
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DNAHas given them their hands and brains |
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And appetites for wine and chocolate |
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Now the magic science knife |
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Is cutting up the molecules of gold |
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Now the magic scientists |
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Are patching up the fabric of the soul |
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A slip of the coil |
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Now the magic science knife |
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Is cutting up the molecules of gold |
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Now the magic scientists |
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Are patching up the fabric of the soul |
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A slip of the coil, slip of the coil |
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Slip of the coil, slip of the coil |
