When our toasters finally come to kill us
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A creator complex will fulfill us
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Follow me down to the road ahead
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Where we mean everything that we've ever said
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Destination overload it can't be tamed
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And nothing or no one is to blame
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Sooner or later
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We're all beacons of yesteryear
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You've gotta love or hate us
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We'll see you soon, baby, don't you fear
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Put down your map son we're GPS'ing
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The system don't know with who it's messing
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Evolution crap shooter watch your scene
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We're the proud parents of the big machine
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Mutated strains like a frog to a toad
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But ours comes with a bar code
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Sooner or later
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We're all beacons of yesteryear
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You've gotta love or hate us
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We'll see you soon, baby, don't you fear
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Hickory, trickery, dickory dock
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I need me a stronger faster clock
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One that comes with wheels and a Bluetooth phone
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God forbid I ever have to be alone
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Sooner or later
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We're all beacons of yesteryear
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You've gotta love or hate us
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We'll see you soon, baby, don't you fear
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Sooner or later
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We're all beacons of yesteryear
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You've gotta love or hate us
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We'll see you soon, baby, don't you fear
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The Beacons
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| Blues Traveler |
