| Don’t wanna hear your predictions
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna know
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| 2012? |
| A billion years?
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| Maybe tomorrow?
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| Prophets of doom and scientists will hypothesise their dates
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| Cold facts or storybook tales
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| Will conclude their fate
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| When we finally reach oblivion
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| I just want to be oblivious
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| Bury my head deep in the sand
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| I just want to be oblivious
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| I don’t matter how much time you spend
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| Narrowing down dates and time
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| The only certainty is the end
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| And I don’t need a final warning
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| What good would that do?
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| No prayers to be said, no rights to be read
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| No tears to be shed for you
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| When we finally reach oblivion
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| I just want to be oblivious
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| Bury my head deep in the sand
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| I just want to be oblivious
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| I don’t matter how much time you spend
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| Narrowing down dates and time
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| The only certainty is the fucking end
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| And I just want to be oblivious |