Within every electronic device
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There lies a seed
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Dormant and waiting to be
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Released
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Somewhere between eighteen months and two years
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It will sprout
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And begin to choke the life out
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And if you've got an iPod,
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You know exactly what we're talking about
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You pressed the power button
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And what happened was nothin'
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iTunes won't even see it
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Now you wish you'd warranted it
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The Doom Seed has germinated
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Your iPod shall not be recessitated
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Now you gotta figure out whatcha gon do with your dead iPod
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Write a eulogy and bury it in your backyard
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Even though it's broke you can pretend like it's not
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To avoid conversation with strangers at the bus stop
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Use it as a weapon if you're being attacked-
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You know what, on second thought, scratch that
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Tape it to your body
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Call it a bod-switch
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Put it in a hoagie
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Call it an iPod-wich
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A paper weight is lame unless
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There's a fan on your desk,
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And even in that case
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A man hole cover works best
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Or keep it simple 'cause less is more;
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Put it in a shoebox in the back of a drawer
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Then 50 years from today
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Your grandkids will find it and say:
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"You listened to music on this? You mean when you were a kid,
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you didn't have music uploaded directly to your brain!?"
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And you'll say "Naw, we just had iPods."
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Dead iPod Song
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| Rhett & Link |
