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 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 I saw its transit
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Future Sick, Ah Ah
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Future 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, Ah Ah
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Future Sick, Ah Ah
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Future Sick
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| Neon Indian |
