| You don’t have to worry now*
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| It’s never again again
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| You don’t have to figure it out
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| You wouldn’t know where to begin
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| It’s so simple, but neither of us know
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| What might have been
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| 'Cause you saw through the label
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| And you saw through the skin
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| When you saw through the cable
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| I won’t see you again
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| You can count on your pebbles
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| And your night will wear of
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| A package of devils to open it up
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| If life can’t (?) headed down the slide
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| Then that’s one truth that can never be denied
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| Now we’ll need a map to find the other side.
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| It’s not exactly what you had in mind.
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| Well you can sign me
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| Cue where you’ll find me
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| In the dustbin of history
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| Where what you thought was almost gone
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| Keeps going on and on and on
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| You say that you’d rather not say
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| You say everybody was loved
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| Now you’re looking for anything at all to hang it on
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| And you’re at the foundation
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| And you’re making a mess
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| When you finish erasing
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| There won’t be much left.
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| Welcome to obsolescence.
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| It’s kind of the thrill.
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| One of life’s little lessons happening still
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| We’ll steal your old illustrious career
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| It feels so cold and sounds so insincere
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| But then you might just hold on for another year
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| And when it’s over I’ll be waiting here
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| But you whenever
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| We’ll be together
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| In the dustbin of history
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| History (3x) |