| Every call you never made
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| Every call you waited for and never came
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| Every ancient sound that’s passed to your ears
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| In an endless supply of ones and zeros
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| Every sun you never saw
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| Every sun you soaked in, naked and all
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| All the futuristic landscape shaped like today
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| But just a few days later
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| I can feel it as one
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| I can feel it in the thunder
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| Too many words in a day
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| Too many words I don’t want to forget to tell you
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| I want to file it all away
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| We’ll write a tombstone as high as the bible
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| And every shred is fake, I’m afraid
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| And every shred is copper-plated
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| Every shred you can keep your eyes on
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| Check me while I check the horizon
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| I can feel it as one
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| I can feel it in the thunder
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| Here’s what we do, we learn you the rules
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| And if you get stuck, you can throw them the fuck out
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| Every call you never made
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| Every call you waited for and never came
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| Every ancient sound that’s passed to your ears
|
| In an endless supply of ones and zeros
|
| Every sun you never saw
|
| Every sun you soaked in, naked and all
|
| All the futuristic landscape shaped like today
|
| But just a few days later
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| I can feel it as one
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| I can feel it in the thunder |