| Late Ages. |
| Melting eternal ice
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| The queue flows like a river to nowhere
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| Past the villages, past the empty cities
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| And I'm the last one, after which only the flood,
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| Only flood...
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| They checked the handwriting, issued a visa and a check
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| But singles are not taken to this ark
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| They will take you out by car, light them up with headlights.
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| Only in pairs Only in pairs
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| And singles are not taken to this ark
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| To this ark.
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| Poke in the back, trust any cape
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| But I'm unlikely to find half already
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| Where are you, my draw, my odd beacon?
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| These cells are missing someone else, someone else.
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| And the world is de-energized, the last night is announced
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| But singles are not taken to this ark
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| There, behind the hangars, headlights will shine,
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| Only in pairs, only in pairs
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| And single people are not taken on this ark.
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| How many utopias are thrown on the shore
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| I'm uncomfortable, I'm not running anywhere
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| The sky will not change its script
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| So the Titanic is leaving without me
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| On the road without me...
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| I can't find a place on it among others
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| For singles there will be other ways
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| Just dawned - and carried me
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| Someone's pegs of straws
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| For singles there will be other ways
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| Other ways.
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| They checked the handwriting, issued a visa and a check
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| But singles are not taken to this ark
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| Highlight with headlights, meet with fanfare
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| Only in pairs, only in pairs
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| And singles are not taken to this ark
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| And on this ark
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| And this ark...
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| - And really, why? |