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One hundred years from now
See the chrome, can't hear it move
I'll meet you on the way down
Wrapped around somebody's hand
We've all moved on from here
The colour'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
One hundred years from now   See the chrome, can't hear it move   I'll meet you on the way down   Wrapped around somebody's hand   We've all moved on from here   The colour'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