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The glory of the atom begs a reverent word |
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The primary design of the whole universe |
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Yeah, let us sing its praises, let us bow our heads in prayer |
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At the magnificent consciousness incarnate there |
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The smallest unit of matter with its orbiting electrons |
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Echoing off the solar system like a hawk in the hills at dawn |
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The smallest unit of matter |
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Uniting bird and rock and tree and you and me |
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Oh, holy is the atom, the truly intelligent design |
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To which all of evolution is graciously aligned |
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The one single structure to which everything distills |
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The air, the wood smoke there and the hills |
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Oh, leave me here surrounded by everything that's real |
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Far outside the boundaries of the digitized ordeal, yeah |
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Leave me here awake, leave me here to heal |
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Human beings are a cross between monkeys and ants |
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You can see us from your spaceship |
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Melting the polar ice caps with our arrogance |
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Summon a congress of angels dressed in riot gear |
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We've got ourselves a serious situation down here |
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I have this great, great uncle who worked on the atomic bomb |
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He got a Nobel Prize in physics and a place in this song |
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And I bet there were no windows and no women in the room |
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When they applied themselves to the pure science of boom |
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Yeah, messin' with the atom is the highest form of blasphemy |
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Whether you are making weapons or simple electricity |
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Someone fashion me a pulpit, I have been called to engage |
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With the maniacal heretics of the nuclear age |
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Let the religious get religion, let consumers get a clue |
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Let scientists get perspective, let activists get their due |
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Let industry get a conscience, let the earth inherit the meek |
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Let the divinity of nature speak |
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Oh, the glory of the atom begs a reverent word |
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The primary design of the whole universe |
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Yes, let us sing its praises, let us bow our heads in prayer |
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At the magnificent consciousness incarnate there |
