| Show me the ways
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| Give me the means
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| To pull away the veil of time
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| To find the path from which we strayed
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| To destinations far and wide
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| Electric streets and railway lines
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| A line of stations to guide us home
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| The need for metal towers
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| Machines of radiant design
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| They’re silent witness to a golden age
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| Glowing wireless
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| Light the night
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| So we tuned ourselves away to the lonely songs of satellites
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| Voices from distant cities tell
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| Of empires conquered in our minds
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| And heroes of the world to come
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| Take me back before the years
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| Before the colors start to fade
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| A fraction of the grain of time
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| Is all I need so you might understand
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| I would not falter
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| I would not hesitate
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| The generators never rest
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| Turbines drive the onward march of time
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| Onward and forward
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| To another day
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| Engines of a forgotten time
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| Electric streets and city lights
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| To the highways that will guide us home
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| A need for signal towers
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| Machines of intricate design
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| They’re silent witness to the golden age
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| Glowing wireless
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| Light the night
|
| So we tuned ourselves away to the lonely songs of satellites
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| Voices from distant cities tell
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| Of empires conquered in our minds
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| And heroes of the world to come
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| Take me back before the years
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| Before the colors start to fade |