Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow
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And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go
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Old Thomas Edison, mixing up the medicine
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Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
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See them all come with their wires and booms
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And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"
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Each jump in the dark we claim as our own
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We know it's a lie, we never acted alone
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Each jump in the dark
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Each jump in the dark
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The machine became the star, beats to the bar
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Poor Gus Dudgeon lying in his car
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Down in the basement messing with the moment
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Alchemy and elements, smashing up your instruments
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Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
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Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
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See them all come with their wires and booms
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And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"
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A foot in the past, a head in a book
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A soup of opinion, a ladle of luck
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Each jump in the dark
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Each jump in the dark
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Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
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Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
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See them all come with their wires and booms
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And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"
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From starlight to flashlight, sorting out the copyright
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It takes a little time but the contract's airtight
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Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
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The money's in the black but the needle's in the red
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One, two, one, two, check,
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Wednesday, Wednesday, Mississippi, yeah...
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Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
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Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
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See them all come with their wires and booms
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And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"
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The Wizard Of Menlo Park
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