Imagine you could ride a thought
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Like a train, at a station that you just caught
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Now imagine that the head you're in
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Belongs to Thomas Albert Edison
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He's thinking about a light
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And not just a light that will burn for an hour
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But a light that can last for months and months
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And illuminate our home with just a trickle of power
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And now he's not thinking only of one
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He's thinking of millions, nobillions for everyone
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So no matter where on Earth you go
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London, Rio, Tokyo,
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You can lean back in your easy chair
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Flick a switch, and the light bulb's there
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And now this train has jumped the tracks
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He's thinking of a way to have sound play back
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With a spool and a wire and an aluminum foil
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He's wrapping the sound like a string around the coil
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And now what was that? A bird that sings
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The sounds are flying off this thing
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A dog, a cat, a baby's laugh,
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Captured and played by his phonograph
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In fact, the reason that you're hearing me here
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Is because Edison had an incredible idea
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Now off he goes with another invention
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His mind is so full of dreams and intentions
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Sounds and pictures, thoughts and hopes
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Light bulbs, phonographs, scopes
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Well now it's time to apply the brakes
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A thousand patterns it's too much to take
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But when you get an idea, let's make a deal
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To be like Edison and make it real.
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Thomas Edison
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| Ellis Paul |
