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  • A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
    A mean idea to call my own
    Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
    There's time to teach, point to point,
    Point observation, children carry reservations
    Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold.
    A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly
    Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
    Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on
    (Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young,
    there's time to teach, point to point,
    point observation, children carry reservations).
    Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
    A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away.
    I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
    Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
    There's time to teach, point to point
    Point observation, children carry reservations
    Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
    A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
    Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground.
  • A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
    A mean idea to call my own
    Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
    There's time to teach, point to point,
    Point observation, children carry reservations
    Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold.
    A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly
    Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
    Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on
    (Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young,
    there's time to teach, point to point,
    point observation, children carry reservations).
    Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
    A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away.
    I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
    Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
    There's time to teach, point to point
    Point observation, children carry reservations
    Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
    A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
    Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground.