| I’m driving away at remarkable speed
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| From the past and the time that won’t recede
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| I maybe dreaming, but I’m hip to this trip
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| Riding the range in my rocket ship
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| Blowing the dust off the book of the future
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| Turning the pages of a fabulous past
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| Blowing the dust off the book of the future
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| Tuning in to the big broadcast
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| Going nowhere, keeping busy
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| Counting clouds in an empty sky
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| Blowing smoke rings, spinning dizzy
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| It’s kind of silly, don’t ask me why…
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| Don’t tell me waht I already know
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| Just state the obvious
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| Most days it’s touch and go
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| Timeless, traceless, tremulous
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| (Here we go)
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| Blowing the dust off the book of the future
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| Turning the pages of a fabulous past
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| Blowing the dust off the book of the future
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| Tuning in to the big broadcast…
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| The big broadcast |