| You were the first in flight
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| Now a modern relic
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| Merely a pay phone on a 1 AM sidewalk
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| We’re all cast aside
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| And we’re antiquated
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| Right as we start to finally figure out what we are
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| Look at you so bright
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| State of the art
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| You’re new, you’re young, your blissful ignorance
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| Is everything they like
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| But the years have teeth
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| And sometimes they bite (sometimes they bite)
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| Look at you, you’re falling apart
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| Built to spill, you’re state of the art
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| Now look at you, well look at you now
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| Ohhhh
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| Do you see that smile
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| At the foot of the ladder
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| Ain’t it familiar that was you only yesterday
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| But this justice feels
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| More like a poison apple
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| And inevitably everyone’ll bite into it
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| Now look at you so bright
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| State of the art
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| You’re new, you’re young, your blissful ignorance
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| Is everything they like
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| But the years have teeth
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| And sometimes they bite
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| Look at you, you’re falling apart
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| Built to spill, you’re state of the art
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| Now look at you, well look at you now
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| (State of the art)
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| I’m falling, I’m falling apart
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| Oh
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| The state of, the state of the art
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| Look at you, you’re falling apart
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| Built to spill, you’re state of the art
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| Now look at you, well look at you now
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| Look at you, you’re falling apart
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| Built to spill, you’re state of the art
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| Yeah look at you, well look at you now
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| State of the art
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| State of the art
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| Look at you so bright
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| State of the art |