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There Are Times I Think Eternal Life Ain't Such A Bad Gig

Smoke All You Want And See The Planets

If And Only If They Find A Way To Cure The Longing

The Distant Panic

Someday, I'm Telling You

They'll Make A Memory Machine

To Wax Our Hearts To A Blinding Sheen

To Wash Away The Grief

Someday, I'm Telling You

They'll Make A Memory Machine

To Wax Our Hearts To A Blinding Sheen

To Wash Away The Grief

There Are Folks That Say To Have A Soul You've Got To Suffer

Well Lately I've Had My RDA Of That

And Call It Fascist But I Know That Someday Happy

Will Be All That Matters

Someday, I'm Telling You

They'll Make A Memory Machine

To Wax Our Hearts To A Blinding Sheen

To Wash Away The Grief

Someday, I'm Telling You

They'll Make A Memory Machine

To Wax Our Hearts To A Blinding Sheen

To Wash Away The Grief

Poetry, Aldous Huxley—yeah, Yeah, Yeah, It'll Be A Relief

If They Can Make Machines To Save Us Labor

Someday They'll Do Our Hearts The Very Same Favor

The Wails Of Ruined Lives Brought To A Halt

By The Serene Hum Of Computers In Air-conditioned Vaults

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