| We are heading to the other side
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| Where we can see the light
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| Every night landing on the water
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| I know it’s taken us a couple of days
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| But we have made up our brains
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| And it’s time we had some champagne
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| Now we’re flying up above
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| Everybody’s looking up
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| And they’re waving to us
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| We’re not even to the end
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| But look at all our friends
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| Maybe we’re already dead?
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| Cause sometimes it feels like heaven
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| We are the first of a generation
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| Who will live a lot long longer
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| According to some scientists
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| I intend to keep you company
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| As we planned in perpetuity
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| Even if we’re living in a simulation
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| Or holding robotic hands
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| Living in a simulation
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| Wouldn’t be so bad
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| Here’s a thought, but when you make me laugh
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| You take a photograph and then you take a nap
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| If you told me I should take a hike, I’d ask you to go
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| Maybe we’ll go to Tahoe, again and again |