Growing up in a biosphere
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With no respect for bad weather
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There's still roaches and ants in here
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So resourceful and clever
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Her great grandfather saw the future
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Didn't know nothing about panic
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He certainly probably thought
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That it was unthinkable
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There's a trace of mint wafting in from the north
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So we don't fuck with the four oh one
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It's bigger than us or larger than we bargained
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I guess it's just not done
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His great grandfather worked for Goodyear
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He'd see the blimp on Sundays
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Wonder what the driver knew
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About making rubber tires
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Terrarium
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Terrarium
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There's submarines out there under the ice
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Avoiding and courting collision
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An accident's sometimes the only way
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To worm our way back to bad decisions
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My great grandfather was a welder
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He helped build the titanic
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He certainly didn't think
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That it was unsinkable
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Building up to the larger point
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With an arrogance not rare or pretty
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We don't declare the war on idleness
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When outside it's cold and shitty
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We stay inside and try to conjure the fathers
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Of the injured and faking
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If there's a glory in miracles
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It's that they're reversible
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Terrarium
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Terrarium
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Titanic Terrarium
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