The Future by Nada Surf
The future has long lines
The future looks like a screen
It's all you'll ever see
All lit up like a stadium and
Who will be the first?
The future's made of dust
And we are all just rust in the machine
About to make some more mistakes
Get deathly ill three, four times
I'll find money on the street, no unexpected luck
I will spend some time crying
I'll be adept so much I'll be transformed
I'll get the baby in the king cake
I'll climb a small mountain, get three more bikes stolen
Take four more of kitchen series
Which is imitations and hooks
Bits that you remember nothing
Ask it's another look
The future's empty in it's way
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