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All strung out |
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From all that staring at the future |
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Some new smile |
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Passes me and |
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I follow it |
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Ten years from now |
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When my memory no longer suits you |
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Let it disappear |
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I'll know when because |
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I saw its transit |
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Future Sick, |
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Ah AhFuture |
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Sick, Ah Ah |
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Deep blue sleep |
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Gossips me about the future |
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Condescending me |
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With places, people, unfamiliar |
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If the world bled |
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I'd sleep well into its suture |
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Still I dream |
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I'll wake when things start to get peculiar |
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Ah Ah, I know how it ends now |
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There's little you could do |
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Future Sick, |
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Ah AhFuture |
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Sick, Ah Ah |
