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Here in my place and time |
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And here in my own skin I can finally begin |
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Let the century pass me by, standing under the night sky |
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Tomorrow means nothing |
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I was only a child then |
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Feeling barely alive when I heard a song from a speaker of a passing car |
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Praying to a dying star, the memories fading |
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I can almost remember singing |
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We watched the end of the century |
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Compressed on a tiny screen |
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A dead star collapsing and we could see |
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Something was ending |
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Are you through pretending? |
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We saw the signs in the suburbs |
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You could have never predicted that it could see through you |
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Kasparov, Deep Blue, 1996 |
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Your mind's playing tricks now |
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Show's over so take a bow |
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And leave it in the shadows |
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