| It’s winter, it’s raining
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| You’re tired, she’s fainting
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| You’re bitter, she’s brooding
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| But don’t be disenchanted
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| 'Cause you can barely stand it
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| The sweep and the grandeur
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| The scope and the laughter
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| The future, the future
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| The future’s got it covered
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| With what will be discovered
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| In the future fun is fun
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| In the future, lots of sun
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| I’ll be there, it’s up to you
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| You’ll be there if you don’t do nothing foolish
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| You’ll love it, I know it
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| I know what you like and
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| You’ll love it, I know it
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| We’ll need some vintage vino
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| So wash your feet and stamp away
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| Coming soon and everywhere
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| Everyone will walk on air
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| Now it seems so far away
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| But each day it’s getting closer and closer
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| Convenience and pleasure
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| All blended together
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| And culture, and madness
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| You think you’ve seen it all
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| You’ve seen it all except the future |