| Counting all different ideas drifting away
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| Past and present, they don’t matter, now the future’s sorted out
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| Watch her moving in elliptical patterns
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| Think it’s not what you say, what you say is way too complicated
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| For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out
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| It’s twenty seconds until the last call
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| You’re going, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| Lie down you know it’s easy
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| Like we did it over summer long
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| And I’ll be anything you ask and more
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| You’re going, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| It’s not a miracle we needed
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| But I won’t let you think so
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| Girlfriend, oh your girlfriend is drifting away
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| Past and present, 1855−1901
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| Watch them built up a material tower
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| Think it’s not going to stay anyway, think it’s overrated
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| For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out
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| It’s twenty seconds until the last call
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| You’re going, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| Lie down you know it’s easy
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| Like we did it over summer long
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| And I’ll be anything you ask and more
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| You’re going, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| It’s not a miracle we needed
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| But I won’t let you think so
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| But I won’t let you think so
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| Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it
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| Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it |