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(Ah, nevermind that outer space stuff, let's get down to earth!) |
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What is the architect doing? |
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He is by the riverside |
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What is he thinking out there? |
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He is committing egocide |
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Now isn't that a strange thing? |
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Well, to him it feels just |
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Oh we guess a person's gotta do |
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What a person feels he must |
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He said: |
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\"I won't throw myself from the pier |
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I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year |
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And when the year is over I'll reappear |
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And have a solution\" |
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I've reason to believe that what I find |
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Is gonna change the face of humankind |
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And all these years before, well I was blind |
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That's my conclusion |
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Cause I'm the architect |
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(I feel its touch and go) |
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Cause I'm the architect |
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(I feel its touch and go) |
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Cause I'm the architect |
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Now the man has understood |
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That outerspace is overrated |
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About all the problems on this Earth we should |
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Worry now to solve them later |
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And so he's brooding and alluding on a perfect design |
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He thinks that working on behalf of himself is a crime |
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He flashes out by the water, a view so divine |
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He's the architect of his own fate, a man in his prime |
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He said: |
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\"I won't throw myself from the pier |
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I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year |
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And when the year is over I'll reappear |
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And have a solution\" |
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I've reason to believe that what I find |
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Is gonna change the face of humankind |
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And all these years before, well I was blind |
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That's my conclusion |
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Cause I'm the architect |
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(I feel its touch and go) |
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Cause I'm the architect |
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(I feel its touch and go) |
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Cause I'm the architect |
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(I feel its touch and go) |
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(That's it, we're going to make it) |
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(Don't let up) |
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(Don't let up or we won't make it) |
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(Don't let up) |
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(Don't let up or we won't make it) |
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And so he drew himself a pentagon |
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Thinking it through a geodesic dome |
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From the coast of Tahiti to the hills of Rome |
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Step aside cause the man will take the Nobel prize home |
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He said: |
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\"I won't throw myself from the pier |
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I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year |
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And when the year is over I'll reappear |
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And have a solution\" |
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Now if these aspirations bother you |
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Well you are just you, you don't have a clue |
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I'm sticking to the plan, I will see it through |
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Let there be no confusion |
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Cause I'm the architect |
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(I feel its touch and go) |
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Cause I'm the architect |
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(I feel its touch and go) |
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Cause I'm the architect |
