| Lately I’ve thought about us,
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| And my mind plays this game where it trusts,
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| Every word that you said,
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| My memory serves to save
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| I like this digital age,
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| Where we’re set to be forward in state,
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| if I could code me a hologram,
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| It’d be shaped like you,
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| My twentieth first century love,
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| There’s nothing that could get across or between us,
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| My twentieth first century love,
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| There’s nothing that we could dream of that couldn’t be done
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| I drawn a plan with the moon,
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| It involves outer spacing with you,
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| We could build our own graves,
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| And give ourselves names like stars, stars
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| People would fly out to see,
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| Empty pockets and pay good money,
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| Cause it’s our nature the dish would be king,
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| Beneath the rainbow curve
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| I’m inside already inside,
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| I was a bit early,
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| sorry I was just going to text you,
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| Can you come over to my place instead?
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| why didn’t you say so,
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| i don’t feel super well,
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| what’s going on?
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| I think we should talk in person.
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| My twenty first century love,
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| There’s nothing that could get across or between us,
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| My twentieth first century love,
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| There’s nothing that we could dream of that couldn’t be done |