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They played something 
They made something 
Brand new a baby blue machine 
Brass tacks, duct tape 
For the great escape 
Packed in there like sardines 
Back and forth 
East, south, west, north 
Shred the atlas burn the map 
Often lost and paths criss-crossed 
Wake me up I need a nap 
They did something 
Which meant something 
And that got them some attention 
Eyes wide 
A roller coaster ride 
Great pride in this invention 
I think they're selling Snake oil 
At the dog and pony show 
In the garden gee 
Would you pardon me 
And by the way how does it grow 
The explanation's unexplainable 
Holding onto something 
Once dreamt unattainable 
The course was never charted 
So don't look into the books 
The secret's not the recipe 
It's got to be the cooks 
They made something 
They played something 
Blood, sweat, and elbow grease 
If you can't stand the heat in the kitchen 
Get out it will increase 
Last train to where? 
Hey get out of here 
Nothing's measured and nothing's weighed 
A dash of honesty in the recipe 
That's the first mistake you've made 
1, 2 what's in the stew 
3, 4 no one's really sure 
5, 6 what's in the mix 
7, 8 this stuff tastes


             
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