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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) |