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I'm going forward in a mobile bubble |
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I am on my way to a blank page |
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That's where the future is as yet novel |
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It's coming towards me while I age |
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I'm going forward in a mobile bubble |
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And all the shapes I see they grow |
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And I am greddy and I want to gobble |
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All the details that come and go |
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In a while the shapes will lose their substance |
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And I will have to turn around to achieve distance |
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I'm going backward in a mobile bubble |
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I need binoculars to see the history |
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And all the details they seem to huddle |
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In to a lump I can't decide or even see |
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In a while the spirit will retire |
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And I will have to turn around to achieve desire |
