| When our toasters finally come to kill us
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| A creator complex will fulfill us
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| Follow me down to the road ahead
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| Where we mean everything that we’ve ever said
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| Destination overload it can’t be tamed
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| And nothing or no one is to blame
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| Sooner or later
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| We’re all beacons of yesteryear
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| You’ve gotta love or hate us
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| We’ll see you soon, baby, don’t you fear
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| Put down your map son we’re GPS’ing
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| The system don’t know with who it’s messing
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| Evolution crap shooter watch your scene
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| We’re the proud parents of the big machine
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| Mutated strains like a frog to a toad
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| But ours comes with a bar code
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| Sooner or later
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| We’re all beacons of yesteryear
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| You’ve gotta love or hate us
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| We’ll see you soon, baby, don’t you fear
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| Hickory, trickery, dickory dock
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| I need me a stronger faster clock
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| One that comes with wheels and a Bluetooth phone
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| God forbid I ever have to be alone
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| Sooner or later
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| We’re all beacons of yesteryear
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| You’ve gotta love or hate us
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| We’ll see you soon, baby, don’t you fear
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| Sooner or later
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| We’re all beacons of yesteryear
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| You’ve gotta love or hate us
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| We’ll see you soon, baby, don’t you fear |