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This Bipolar Tale
You got a raw deal,
It wasn't cooked,
So sit by the fire,
And go warm it up.
Temperature as you know,
Is on the Fahrenheit scale,
It goes up and beneath,
To tell of this bipolar tale.
Now it can heat you up,
Or can cool you down,
When everything is finished,
Will you be happy or with a frown?
And if you don't watch it,
You could burn or freeze your brain,
Riding on Neo Cortex rails,
On a dangerous runaway train.
All aboard!
Now the conductor wants to go,
Not knowing where you're heading,
Along the lonely iron road.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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