| Holy smokes, these future Jokes
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| You call me on my landline just to blow some smoke
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| And tell me that our whole life feels like a hoax
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| Just like the lunar landing and those talking goats
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| Surprise, surprise, surprise
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| Can’t you see it shining in my eyes?
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| Surprise, surprise, surprise
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| We’re all so learned and so civilized, my baby
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| Holy smokes, these future jokes
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| Eight billion people spinning just like bicycle spokes
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| The cinematic scope of the apocalypse
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| When it all goes to hell there won’t be nothing left
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| But chips and dips in mini-marts
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| But what’s the shelf life of a broken heart?
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| Surprise, surprise, surprise
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| Can’t you see it shining in my eyes?
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| Surprise, surprise, surprise
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| We’re all so learned and so civilized, my baby
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| Oh, my baby
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| Oh, my baby
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| Oh, my baby
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| Oh, my baby
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah
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| Holy smokes, these future jokes
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| Found your number on a scrap of paper in my coats
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| The earth has been around for several billion years
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| And all us humans think we’re special but
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| We’re nothing but the unshed tears
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| Of a distant star, never knowing just who we are
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| Surprise, surprise, surprise
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| Can’t you see it shining in my eyes?
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| Surprise, surprise, surprise
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| Our masochism goes so undisguised
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| Surprise, surprise, surprise
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| We’re all so learned and so civilized, my baby
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| Oh, my baby
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| Oh, my baby
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| Oh, my baby |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holy Smokes Future Jokes, artist - Blitzen Trapper. Album song Holy Smokes Future Jokes, in the genre Фолк-рок