| Don’t expect to be seen
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| And don’t expect to be heard
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| Money’s tight at the moment
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| So is the mind
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| A future so close, I could sell my cares for it
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| But I’d rather be penniless, than buy any shares in it
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| We’re at the very edge of the future
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| And now we can see it
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| Yet we’re begging for scraps from the tables
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| Of blatant opportunists
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| Will I still be here
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| The same time next year?
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| We’re waiting for a future
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| To come along and sweep us away
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| Free thinkers think with their heads
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| But their hopes are tied
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| To their breath
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| Boats leave this port every day
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| But we can’t get a pass
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| We just wanna see for ourselves
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| What the tropics are like at long last |