The Intelligence
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One, two
One, two, (chuckles) three, four
Iâve been told that you canât do it alone
But Iâm here to tell you that that just isnât true
You can do it by yourself
If thatâs what you want to do
But itâs miserable
I tell them that people are a stem (?)
And from where I grew
A universe just blooms
I live in a plastic bag where nothingâs ever sad
But itâs miserable
Woah, itâs me at the bottom of the sea
In a locked box that opens up and talks
And everything it says writings everyone instead (?)
But itâs miserable
Iâve been told that you canât do it alone
But weâre here to tell you that that just isnât true
And weâre here to tell you that that just isnât true (x9)
And weâre here to tell you