| 10,700 days
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| We’ve been accident-free.
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| I practice my confident face;
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| My pod’s depending on me.
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| Working hours fill the day,
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| Spending credits when we stay
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| at home.
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| So long since anyone has seen
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| Out past the edge of our zone.
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| One of the friendlier machines
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| Say’s I should leave it alone.
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| But I wonder anyway
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| 'bout some things I shouldn’t say…
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| What if Kurzweil doesn’t make it?
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| What if all the switches get struck on destroy?
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| When the shuttle goes, we won’t take it,
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| When the final coulter-measures are deployed,
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| All we’ll have is all this time.
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| All we’ll have is all this time,
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| All this time.
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| Red’s for focus, blue’s to not get upset.
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| Wasters and complainers get what they get.
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| All eyes watching, no one’s noticed me yet.
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| I’ll tell the secret if I speak,
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| It’s what I’m smiling about.
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| I keep it tucked into my cheek,
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| 'til it’s safe to spit out.
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| Things are stranger than they seem,
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| Now I remember what I dreamed.
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| What if Kurzweil doesn’t make it?
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| What if all the switches get struck on destroy?
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| When the shuttle goes, we won’t take it,
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| When the final coulter-measures are deployed,
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| All we’ll have is all this time.
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| All we’ll have is all this time.
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| All we’ll have is all this time,
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| All this time. |