| I’m hitting fast forward
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| Seems like we’d gotten kind of stuck
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| Time to get out of town and try to
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| Set the controls for sometime off in the future
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| Where people will be happy instead of
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| Getting dumber and getting scareder all the time
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| Scared of their own shadows and scared to take a fall
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| Either miserable with millions or dying for a dime
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| Desperate to live forever or lucky to live at all
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| And if I could see myself from some other planet
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| Would I be shaking my head sadly or
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| Would I be laughing
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| Saying it’s always been the same
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| But anyway
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| Not going back to the Age of Gold or the Age of Sin
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| Fast forward till I understand the age I’m in
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| And it’s always the old guys bitching
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| About the young guys growing beards
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| Or turning into sissies or something
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| While they’re trying to hold back time
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| As if that isn’t weird
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| Meanwhile the young guys are
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| Waiting for respect when what they wanna be is cool
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| Cool calm and collected just as if that isn’t strange
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| Or they wanna blow the whistle, ring the bell and change the rules
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| When the game goes on forever
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| It’s just the uniforms that change
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| If this is the best of times or if it’s the worst
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| There’s some difference of opinion out there
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| Everyone is a genius
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| But no one has any friends
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| Or is it the other way around
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| Not going back to the Age of Gold or the Age of Sin
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| Fast forward till I understand the age I’m in
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| Sometimes I look at the Moon
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| And I think I know just how she feels
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| Going round and round us again
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| As we go round the Sun
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| Watching us as fools and geniuses rush in
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| And you and me age disgracefully
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| And have way too much fun
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| And everyone knows about what’s over and done
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| And tied up with pretty ribbons on it
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| One king after another
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| With a mad one and a queen or two
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| Thrown in for good measure and meanwhile
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| We can make the future, make it every bit as clear
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| Make a friendly Star Trek universe, 'cause everything’s allowed
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| The only place that’s seriously strange to be is here
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| And the only time that’s maddeningly mysterious is now
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| So I’m hitting fast forward
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| Come on get on board!
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| You don’t wanna be late now…
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| Not going back to the Age of Gold or the Age of Sin
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| Fast forward till I understand the age I’m in |