The future has long lines
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The future looks like a screen
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It's all you'll ever see
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All lit up like a stadium and
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Who will be the first?
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The future's made of dust
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And we are all just rust in the machine
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About to make some more mistakes
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Get deathly ill three, four times
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I'll find money on the street, no unexpected luck
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I will spend some time crying
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I'll be adept so much I'll be transformed
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I'll get the baby in the king cake
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I'll climb a small mountain, get three more bikes stolen
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Take four more of kitchen series
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Which is imitations and hooks
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Bits that you remember nothing
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Ask it's another look
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The future's empty in it's way
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The future has long lines
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The future looks like a screen
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And I cannot believe the future's happening to me
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Arrows pointed, educated, words to let you know
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The border guards have graduated
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They're taking up their post
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I lift the receiver, find you there
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I'll win and lose some bets
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The magic hour, make me feel at home
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In a place I don't know yet
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I'll spook the horse, keep the lights on
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Leave mythologies alone
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I'll try to say all the right things
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But get hung up on the tone
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The future has long lines
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The future looks like a screen
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And I cannot believe the future's happening to me
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The Future
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| Nada Surf |
