Futurist

Progessive thoughts in our cars
 In our futures, unlimited space
 Why not draw a tiny box?
 It is our coffin, a skeletons reprieve
 Attempting to regenerate a history we denigrate
 These are things, all the things, all the things we do
 With you, with you
 We have been in the dark for too long
 We don't see the broken part is our heart
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 All that we have learned, all that we are holding
 Is all burned up, it's all burned
 All that we have loved, all that we have broken
 In other words, other words, we do
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 We have been in the dark for too long
 We don't see the broken part is our heart
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 Your missing part, your missing heart
 Dress me in the clothes of tomorrow
 Dress me up, dress me up, dress me up
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 We have been in the dark for too long
 We don't see the broken part is our heart
 All the seeds that grow
 Are the ones you sowed