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It's winter, it's raining |
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You're tired, she's fainting |
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You're bitter, she's brooding |
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But don't be disenchanted ' |
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Cause you can barely stand it |
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The sweep and the grandeur |
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The scope and the laughter |
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The future, the future |
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The future's got it covered |
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With what will be discovered |
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In the future fun is fun |
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In the future, lots of sun |
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I'll be there, it's up to you |
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You'll be there if you don't do nothing foolish |
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You'll love it, |
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I know it |
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I know what you like and |
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You'll love it, |
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I know it |
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We'll need some vintage vino |
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So wash your feet and stamp away |
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Coming soon and everywhere |
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Everyone will walk on air |
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Now it seems so far away |
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But each day it's getting closer and closer |
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Convenience and pleasure |
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All blended together |
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And culture, and madness |
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You think you've seen it all |
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You've seen it all except the future |
