I met you in biology in high school
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You told me after college we'd be wed
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You were my favorite lab partner
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Till you ran off with that brilliant young pre-med
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My pain would show up on a cat-scan
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My optic nerves are only seeing blue
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My blood hates to flow
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Because it has to go
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Through the four-chambered heart that cries for you
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I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts
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I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart
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I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue
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And my pheremones can find no trace of you
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You were as sweet as crystalline carbohydrates
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The rods and cones in my optical receptors are filled with tears
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I wanted to elope
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So we could make some isotopes
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With a half-life of a million thousand years
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If I suspended my trachial dilations till you returned here
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My muscles would need ATP anarobic respiration
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Adenine, cidozine, guanine, and thianine
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Might make up my DNA
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But my love gene must be missin' from its station
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I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts
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I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart
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I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue
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And my pheremones can find no trace of you
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The metallurgist is the musicians best friend. This statement
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has been echoed throughout the ages, for without the metallurgist, we
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could not have such musical things as triangles, cymbals, margerine
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tubs, or guitar strings. Guitar strings are produced by the
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wire-drawing process, where solid metal is pulled through dies with
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progressively smaller diameters, until the desired diameter, or guage,
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is reached. The ability to be drawn into wires is called ductility,
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and seperates metals from other materials, such as wood, ceramics, or
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plastic milk jugs, which are made by the blow-molding process. You
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put the milk in later.
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I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts
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I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart
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I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue
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And my pheremones can find no trace of you
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I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts
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I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart
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I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue
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And my pheremones can find no trace of you
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And my pheremones can find no trace of you
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U stands for uranium. There are several isotopes of uranium,
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three of which are radioactive.
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Lonely Lab Of Broken Hearts
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