| I always knew that we’d be by each other’s side forever
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| Now our time has come, and I’d be satisfied if we died together
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| Yeah, our climate’s fucked, we might as well enjoy the weather
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| Our time is up, and I’d be satisfied if we died together
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| Look, all this talk of greenhouse gases got me taciturn
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| Let’s just stick our tongues out in the poisoned rain and let the acid burn
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| And when the Earth swings out of orbit, we can spin in circles on the grassy
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| ferns
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| And just pretend to watch its axis turn
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| And on the bright side, if the sun explodes before our April break
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| Then we won’t have to do our tax returns
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| Here’s the way I see it: if we’re gonna die, let’s do it on romantic terms
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| Like, we could linger on the boardwalk, watch tsunamis from the turf shore
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| I’ll go get my board shorts, and you could bring your surfboard
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| Maybe we’ll hold hands as we get swallowed into Earth’s core
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| Or we could sing a Christmas carol, like a little chorus choir
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| By a thousand Christmas trees lit up from a forest fire
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| And watch the prancing, dashing comets blitz into the forest pyre
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| Not the reindeer, but the kind that killed the brontosaurus prior
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| And all its dino peers
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| And if the Ice Age hits, then we could be rancheros on the high frontier,
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| Anthropocene pioneers
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| And melt each other’s hearts on thawing glaciers in the cryosphere
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| The worst part is, this wasn’t always something that we couldn’t stop
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| Like, we lived through every benchmark
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| I remember- me and you read every update 'bout sea levels on our desktop
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| So, if we can’t save us, maybe we could save the future from environmental
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| deadlock
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| Maybe in an era when we’re settled into bedrock
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| A later civ would dig us out, we’d make headlines
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| Heck, we might even make a TED talk
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| And we could write a note, like, «Don't fuck up your planet, please
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| Look at how things turned out for humanity»
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| And maybe they would read it, or maybe they would use our carbon molecules
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| And particles from follicles as fossil fuel
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| Maybe it’s impossible to change things, but we can try them anyway
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| Be carbon-complex renegades and then decay
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| And I would hold you near as we’re infected by the Zika or Ebola scares
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| Get smoldered by a solar flare or iced out with the polar bears
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| I promise
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| I always knew that we’d be by each other’s side forever
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| Now our time has come, and I’d be satisfied if we died together
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| Yeah, our climate’s fucked, we might as well enjoy the weather
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| Our time is up, and I’d be satisfied if we died together
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| You and I could be capsulated inside a space
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| The size of a minute raisin in quiet and icy stasis
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| And when the fires slay our cryogenic hideaway
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| We could try to lie awake and dream about the finer days
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| Before the roads and paths were frozen, ashen plains
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| And the cities turned to itty bitty rows of crashin' planes
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| Crackin' pavement through the sad arrangement’s broken after stains
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| Of blood and decimation, separatin' bones and mass from brains
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| When the days of olden past decay and exit through the years
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| We can lay in fields of shattered glass and question why we’re here
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| If so many left this planet without any second chances
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| Why did we awake one morning to a separate time of cheer?
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| But the queries tend to drift and fade as eeriness can slip away
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| And hearing me, the loneliness demotes itself to in-your-face
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| Awareness of surroundings like photographs in picture frames
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| I’m glad to know it’s only you and I among the flicking flames
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| Maybe even time can take a couple minutes off
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| And we can live forever while the planet is eclipsed in fog
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| It might boast disaster, dear, but we can sing a different song
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| And use the White House pillars as a mighty builder’s Lincoln Logs
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| Make games of Chutes and Ladders out of real chutes and ladders
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| In an old apartment complex, like we even knew it mattered
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| Through the battered, beaten, broken bones, and factories and open homes
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| I’m sure we’d survive enough to see the moons of Saturn
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| Solvin' puzzles of the universe from Jupiter to Mars
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| Playin' scientists to try and say we flew there in our cars
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| Like, «Maybe it’s not all bad, this scenic view’s bizarre»
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| Watching hydrocarbon Neptune snow dissolvin' from the stars
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| And I never thought I’d say this, but frankly, it’s been peaceful
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| To escape from that distasteful state of hate, deceit, and evil
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| Sure, a planet to ourselves is quite a journey for two people
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| But the only time I’m happy for is the time I get to see you
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| I always knew that we’d be by each other’s side forever
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| Now our time has come, and I’d be satisfied if we died together
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| Yeah, our climate’s fucked, we might as well enjoy the weather
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| Our time is up, and I’d be satisfied if we died together |