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Way, way, way back in the days of cold lips and butterflies

Those days of easy living and fresh coffee in the coffeepot

Something there like a tumour in back of your head is kept

Somewhere deep down is buried

Just waiting till you forget

So honey let’s just face it

We’re running out of time

No medal to be awarded

No distance left to run

Just a life and love

In these artificial times

Artificial times

So let’s get lost in ones and zeros

It’s time to roll the dice

In these artificial times

Artificial times

So let get lost in ones and zeros

We’re all cowards when it comes to love

And maybe we love and maybe we fight

The best way possible we know

But sometimes it’s not enough

Lets face it babe we’ll never be whole