| Well in a hundred years from now
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| They will attempt to tell us how
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| A scientific means to bliss
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| Will supercede the human kiss
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| A sub atomic chain
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| Will maybe galvanize the brain
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| A biochemic trance
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| Will eliminate romance
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| But why ever should we care
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| When there are arrows in the air
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| Formed by lovers' ancient art
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| That go straight to my heart
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| A future sugar coated pill
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| Would give our lovers time to kill
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| I think they’re working far too much
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| For the redundancy of touch
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| But what will make me yours
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| Are a million deadly spores
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| Formed by lovers' ancient art
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| That go straight to my heart
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| Come into my door
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| Be the light of my life
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| Come into my door
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| You’ll never have to sweep the floor
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| Come into my door
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| Be the light of my life
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| Come into my door
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| Come and be my wife
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| I’ll be true. |
| To no one but you
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| If it’s a future world we fear
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| We have tomorrow’s seeds right here
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| For you can hold them in your hand
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| Or let them fall into the sand
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| But if our love is pure
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| The only thing of which we’re sure
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| Then you can play your part
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| And go straight to my heart
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| If I should seek immunity
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| And love you with impunity
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| Then the only thing to do Is for me to pledge myself to you
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| But they only dealt one card
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| So for me it is not hard
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| You’re the bright star in my chart
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| You go straight to my heart
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| Come into my door
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| Be the light of my life
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| Come into my door
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| You’ll never have to sweep the floor
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| Come into my door
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| Be the light of my life
|
| Come into my door
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| Come and be my wife
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| I’ll be true. |
| To no one but you |