The (R)evolution of Steve Jobs: Prologue. Thought It Was High-time
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Lyrics
Thought it was high-time You got your own space A place to make things And take things apart So I built this table So I built this table for you Should be just the right height Long as you don't grow an inch Got your own tools Got your own table Got all you need Putting things together Taking things apart You'll find out how they run Learn what makes them tick Hope you like this table Hope you like this table I made Only plywood and nails Still, it's a fine place to start ♪ Happy birthday, son
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:16
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 68 BPM