| Dreamer of Dreams
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| Seer of signs
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| What will the future behold
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| Can I be sure with comfort secured
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| That the rest of my days will be fine
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| Will I grow old with my darling
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| Will she be taken from me
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| Can I be sure with knowledge so pure
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| That those tears will not fall from my eyes
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| No one said it was fair but let me be exceptional
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| And in the dead of night I say that prayer
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| The phone won’t ring anymore
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| They made me obsolete and they couldn’t give a care
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| Take it from me, we are soon obsolete
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| Till your system upgrade is complete
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| You will be obsolete
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| Dirt on the hands, sweat on the brow
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| We no longer need you, now
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| The skills I have gained forever are claimed
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| By machines with no need for pain
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| Insidious passing of time
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| Be damned as you leave me behind your wake
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| Left out in the cold to die or grow tired of keeping up
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| Keeping up
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| Dreamer of Dreams, Seer of Signs
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| What will the future behold
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| Can I be sure with comfort secured
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| That the rest of my days will be fine
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| That the rest of my days will be fine |