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Horizon has been defeated |
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By the pirates of the new age |
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Alien casinos |
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Well maybe it's just time to say |
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The things can go bad |
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And make you wanna run away |
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But as we grow older |
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The trouble just seems to stay |
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Future complications |
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In the strings between the cans |
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But no prints can come from fingers |
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If machines become our hands |
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And then our feet become the wheels |
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And then the wheels become the cars |
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And then the rigs begin to drill |
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Until the drilling goes too far |
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Things can go bad |
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And make you wanna run away |
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But as we grow older |
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Horizon begins to fade, fade, fade, fade away |
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Thingamajigsaw puzzled |
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And anger don't you step too close |
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'Cause people are lonely |
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And only animals with fancy shoes |
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And Hallelujahs exact nothing |
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And misery it's on the loose |
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'Cause people are lonely |
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And only animals with too many tools |
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That can build all the junk that we sell |
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Aw sometimes man make you wanna yell |
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That things can go bad |
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And make you wanna run away |
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But as we grow older |
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Horizon begins to fade away, fade away |
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Fade, fade, fade |
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Fade, fade, fade |
