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If I were a tardigrade I'd move out from home
Why live in the shrubbery when you could have a throne
Pressure wouldn't squash me and fire couldn't burn
These are the things that I will never learn
These are the things I never will learn
I live in the shrubbery for that's all I crave
I don't want these excitements to see me to my grave
I can live life in vacuums for years with no drinks
And put up with hardships more than you can think
And put up with hardships more than you can think
If I shed all my liquid and let myself dry out
I'll shrivel and sleep for some 15 odd years
I'd wake up come water and get on with living
With time in my pocket to pass by the day
If I were a tardigrade I'd move out from home
Why live in the shrubbery when you could have a throne
Pressure wouldn't squash me and fire couldn't burn
These are the things that I will never learn
These are the things I never will learn
For I am a tardigrade and I'll stay at home
I'd not trade it for anything, not a knife, a cup or a throne
Well all I want is my shrubbery and my little patch of moss
With my whisky in the cabinet
And my feet all clothed in socks
And my feet clothed in socks
Why live in the shrubbery when you could have a throne
Pressure wouldn't squash me and fire couldn't burn
These are the things that I will never learn
These are the things I never will learn
I live in the shrubbery for that's all I crave
I don't want these excitements to see me to my grave
I can live life in vacuums for years with no drinks
And put up with hardships more than you can think
And put up with hardships more than you can think
If I shed all my liquid and let myself dry out
I'll shrivel and sleep for some 15 odd years
I'd wake up come water and get on with living
With time in my pocket to pass by the day
If I were a tardigrade I'd move out from home
Why live in the shrubbery when you could have a throne
Pressure wouldn't squash me and fire couldn't burn
These are the things that I will never learn
These are the things I never will learn
For I am a tardigrade and I'll stay at home
I'd not trade it for anything, not a knife, a cup or a throne
Well all I want is my shrubbery and my little patch of moss
With my whisky in the cabinet
And my feet all clothed in socks
And my feet clothed in socks
Lyrics submitted by jd3og11526
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As a huge fan of tardigrades and someone who was familiar with Cosmo (only a few songs), I was so happy to see this on Spotify to give it a listen. I must say, it\'s awesome. I especially love how the information he gives is quite factual and it\'s a celebration of the hardiness of tardigrades. \n\nIt\'s like saying he wants to be someone, or something, hard to kill, nar impossible to harm. Who can\'t sympathize with that?