Used to dream of time machines
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Now it's been said we're post-everything
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As a child, imagining
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Neckties and coastlines
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I've seen the show, man, what a sight
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Drenched us in approximated sunlight
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The crowd was small and mostly blind, but kind
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You're too kind
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Now you are how you were when you were real
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Now you are how you were when you were real
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There you go again, on that circular trip
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Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman
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I'm out of breath, I better sit
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Been living hard, living
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All I do is follow, just follow this hollow you around
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I wouldn't waste another thought
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On what is fair and what is not
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The QuinceaA”¾era dress she bought
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Was unstitched with bullets
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All the guests in the garden screamed
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Women and tires squealing
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Such opulence, such misery
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Unwinding, unwinding
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All I do is follow, just follow, just follow this hollow you around
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Now you are how you were when you were real
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Approximate Sunlight
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