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They say we're made of atoms |
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That are much too small to see |
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And our world is just a part of |
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At least a million galaxies |
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Well I couldn't say |
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For certain |
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But I take it all on faith |
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Still I can't help but wonder |
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At the strangeness of the day |
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If we're spinning |
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Through the heavens |
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On a giant little ball |
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Don't you think |
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That it's incredible |
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How we manage not to fall |
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You can say |
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The laws of physics |
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Just make it work that way |
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But I can't help but wonder |
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At the strangeness of the day |
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Most of our moments |
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We live unaware |
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While miracles |
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Happen around everywhere |
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No matter what theories |
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You choose to believe |
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Still it's amazing |
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You have to agree |
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I was talking |
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To a good friend |
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Just the other night |
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She came across the ocean |
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Bouncing off a satellite |
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While I watched |
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A purple sunset |
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She watched the dawn |
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Begin to break |
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And I had to stop and wonder |
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At the strangeness of the day |
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When I'm singing |
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In this microphone |
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My voice comes out |
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Over there |
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Somehow my words |
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Are carried |
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By electrons |
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Through the air |
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Marconi did the math work |
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And we've got it all on tape |
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But I'll never cease to wonder |
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At the strangeness of the day |
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I wake up and wonder |
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At the strangeness of the day |