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One hundred years from now
See the chrome, cam't hear it move
I'll meet you on the way down
Wrapped around someone
`s hand
We've all moved on from here
The coloue's running dry
A drowsy line of wasted time
Bathes my open mind
This strange machinery
Is keeping you from seeing me
I'll meet you on the way down
Can't stay - unbearable to go(andy)
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