Here's a song we're working on this afternoon...all together now:
Don’t you think it’s strange?
We are…
Islands of order
In oceans of entropy
A concentrate of space time
That isn’t very likely
Molecular arrangements
Evolving sporadically
And Biased chains
Of crystaline identity
Bacterial colonies
Of dubious propinquity
And a lousy pack of bastards
Of our very own paternity
Don’t you think it’s strange
To be alive?
When we are…
(repeat until the end of time)
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