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08/21/09 at 06:53 PM
|Something I'm working on...it's just an idea right now.|
Quick, go and call a better scientist
Because I've been caught in a failing experiment.
Looking now at this bleak beaker, can you tell me
Have all of our attempts always been so meager?
Wait, I think I've got a solution to this and it's with
The both of us. But who's the solute and solvent?
Who is the one that breakdowns in the end?
Who's pushing out and who's pushing in?
Stop, these are the roles our cells must play
No matter how much you wish for that to change.
So carry out and tell me when we'll making progress
So push me out and tell me when you regret this.
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