| Bedding Taylor Swift every night inside the Oculus Rift
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| After mister and the missus finish dinner and the dishes
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| And now the future’s definition is so much higher than it was last year
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| It’s like the images have all become real
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| And someone’s living my life for me out in the mirror
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| No, can you believe how far we’ve come?
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| In the new age
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| Freedom to have what you want
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| In the new age we’ll all be entertained
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| Rich or poor, the channels are all the same
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| You’re a star now, baby, so dry your tears
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| You’re just like them
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| Wake on up from the nightmare
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| Na, na na, na, na na, na na, na na
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| Na, na na, na, na na, na na, na na
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| Come on, oh, oh, oh
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| No gods to rule us
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| No drugs to soothe us
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| No myths to prove stuff
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| No love to confuse us
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| Not bad for a race of demented monkeys
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| From a cave to a city to a permanent party
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| Come on, oh, oh, oh
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| When the historians find us we’ll be in our homes
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| Plugged into our hubs
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| Skin and bones
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| A frozen smile on every face
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| As the stories replay
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| This must have been a wonderful place |