I’ma gonna build myself a time machine
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On particle physics and the power steam
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It runs on diesel oil and Donnie Darko daydreams
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Packed a pair of socks and a hunting riffle
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Change of underwear and some snacks to trifle
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Scared of going back you know how I’m forgetful
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To go back and to see the way things really used to be
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Not the way we remember them at all
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Packed up, sat in my DeLorean
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Like some kind of amateur historian
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I’ll visit the Renaissance and the Romans, the Victorians
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Drinking in Deadwood in the 1880s
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Rock and roll and drive thrus in the 1950s
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Trying not to change things so the plot lines don’t get shitty
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To go back and to see the way things really used to be
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Not the way we remember them
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To go back and to see the way things really used to be
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Not the way we remember them at all
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Cause I can’t recall, you tell it to me false
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What if everything were to change completely
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If you just saw a replay of the crucial scenes
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From the passenger window of a time machine
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In truth the real reason that I built this here machine
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Was just to travel back a couple of years
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To when we first met before the fights and tears
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To a time when you and I first got together
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Simple days and simple words like “forever”
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Dripped off our tongues, come on you must remember
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To go back and to see the way things really used to be
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Before life quietly dismembers
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All the best things about you and I before the doubts
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Drowned out all of the mirth and mercy
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Come on baby please you must remember
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Please remember
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Time Machine
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| Frank Turner |
