| The Internet told me this would be the end of days
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| So I should say my last goodbyes and probably give all my shit away
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| But as I watched the fireworks explode in purple flames
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| I breathed in the morning of another year of everyday’s
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| I heard a preacher man claiming that the rapture’s coming
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| He blamed it on the gays and democrats and probably someone else
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| I didn’t really pay it mind, I’ve learned from life that
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| I would fall for anything if I refuse to stand for something
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| New age hippies claim this is a crystal age
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| And we’ll all resonate away, evolve onto a higher plane
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| I think they might have missed a couple of bits on evolution
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| But that’s alright at least we both agree that there’s a future
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| But I’ll admit I kind of see some things the same
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| When I close my eyes, and look away
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| And bury my head in the sand and wait
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| For better days — they’re on their way
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| Maybe tomorrow, when the sun comes out and melts my flesh away
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| Maybe tomorrow, when the toxic clouds just take our breath away
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| And it’ll be alright when the dark sets in and the screams all fade away |
| Maybe tomorrow; |
| there’ll be no one to save
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| I’ve got a bit of a penchant, for Mr. Nostradamus
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| I’d rather read the stars than read a fucking vampire drama
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| And reincarnation — don’t even get me started
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| Hell in another life I might have been the Dalai Lama
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| But I don’t trust computers, like I don’t trust their users
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| They’re gonna take control, we’ve all seen the movies
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| But I can’t see how that’d change a thing for you and me
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| Cause half of the kids that I know, uh, already worship Google
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| The other half will spend their final days on Facebook
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| Making events about the end that no one came to,
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| But you can catch me on my soapbox
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| Telling them that it won’t stop, until we flick the switch and turn this globe
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| off
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| It makes it easier I’ve found
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| To shout the sky is falling down
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| Until there’s nothing left to say
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| And close my eyes, and drift away
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| Maybe tomorrow, when the sun comes out and melts my flesh away
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| Maybe tomorrow, when the toxic clouds just take our breath away
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| And it’ll be alright when the dark sets in and the screams all fade away |
| Maybe tomorrow there’ll be no one to save;
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| Don’t you know, there’s not too long to go;
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| I’ve met a man who knows — he said the world will end on, (someday, someday)
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| Don’t you know, there’s not too long to go;
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| I’ve met a girl who knows — she said the world will end on, (someday, someday)
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| Maybe tomorrow, when the sun comes out and melts my flesh away
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| Maybe tomorrow, when the toxic clouds just take our breath away
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| And it’ll be alright when the dark sets in and the screams all fade away
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| Maybe tomorrow there’ll be no one to save; |