| We dreamt it clearly
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| Shush don’t tell them:
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| The blue craters and all the glass
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| The lush plant life
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| The lack of angles and the fluorescence, under stars
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| But can you keep a secret?
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| We’re gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
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| The kids who ruled everything
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| In the twenty-second century
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| Don’t ever say that we’ll never get there
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| We can start with our jars of coins
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| We’ll build space suits made out of silver
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| We’ll find a rocket in the rocket graveyard
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| But can you keep a secret?
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| We’re gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
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| The kids who ruled everything
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| In the twenty-second century
|
| But can you keep a secret?
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| We’re gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
|
| The kids who ruled everything
|
| In the twenty-second century
|
| But can you keep a secret?
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| We’re gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
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| The kids who ruled everything
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| In the twenty-second century |