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Future
Thousands of noises in this house,
And I don't understand one.
Listening to songs that remind me of you,
Won't help me get over you,
It's been over a year,
And you would think I'd be over you.
So keep your eyes away from me,
And you're hands inside your pockets.
They are not wanted here.
Future, dear future,
I am afraid, afraid that you won't love me the same way,
So how about you and I,
We drive out to the country side,
And make love in the greenest grass,
And hope that every second would last.
We could die with smiles on our faces,
And hope that no one finds our bodies.
