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Whoops
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Music & Lyrics: John Popper
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Have you ever seen an atom
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Little bits of everything floating by
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Take a good look at them
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Collectively they compose all you see including your eye
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Brilliant puzzle
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A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve
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But we're just monkeys
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Scratching our heads trying to open our ears
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To a chord that just won't seem to resolve
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And we call it wisdom
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Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word
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You see for us security means a harmony
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According to only what we have heard
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And this along and nothing less
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Will ease our heart and our mind
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In the hopes that in feeling free we'll reach paradise
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On that hilltop we're still trying to find
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But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem
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That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream
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The earth was our heaven and we didn't know there were rules for us to break
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And maybe now we'll find out too late what a clever hell we can make
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Whoops
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Whoops
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In this corner
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Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable...
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Life, and all that surrounds it
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And in this corner
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Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything;
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A very sound and user friendly idea
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On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed
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Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting
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Take a look at the horizon
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Quiet and still
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You know there used to be bison
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Gentlemen you may fire at will
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They say this land won't go to waste
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But you gotta wonder how
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You know we're chopping down the air we breathe
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As fodder for the cow
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That's right so we can eat well
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Yes and starve to death
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And say there's nothing we can do
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Because we really don't want to do a goddamn thing
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Look I'm shrugging and so are you
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We can imagine the straightest of lines
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But our fingers can't control the pen
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And it's this frustration that yields relief
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As we say we're just mortal men
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And that means we get to torture a chimpanze
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And infect him with disease
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Because he screams just like a human child
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While we study his desperate pleas
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But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem
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That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream
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The earth was our heaven and we didn't know there were rules for us to break
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And maybe now we'll find out too late what a clever hell we can make
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Whoops
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Whoops
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While we're on the subject you know my conscience hurts
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And it will not go away
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So please concoct me some pill I can take
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While I think of something clever to say
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So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass
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And find no need to cringe
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And forget that sinking feeling I'm a dinosaur
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Out on his drunken last binge
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...from fossil to fossil
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Dust to dust
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I'll see you all in the earthy crust
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Whoops
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Whoops
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Whoops
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Blues Traveler |