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Young girl, lyin' flat in her bedStreaming images to her headHomework or memes, slime or Black PinkEight hours gone, now her mind's blownShe don't, she don't want me hereNow the real world is dyingAs everybody moves into the cloudCan you tell me where we're going?Where will we be twenty-one years from now?Everyone stares at the screensEveryone stares at the screensOld maid in the cottage next doorWe don't see her much anymoreShe plays Solitaire on her desktopSearches for her kids, now she can't stopDid she think she'd go out this way?Now the real world is dyingAs everybody moves into the cloudCan you tell me where we're going?Where will we be twenty-one years from now?Everyone stares at the screens (Everyone stares)Everyone stares at the screens (Everyone stares)I miss my friends (Everyone stares)I miss my family (Everyone stares)
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