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Messages from Our Past
An incoming message
It comes from our past
We think we are special
Our lives go so fast
We think we are modern
We’re fooling ourselves
Just listen to music
The records on shelves
Play what you can
Play what you must
Ashes to ashes
Then we are dust
An old radio signal
An old telegraph
A message from ghosts
Our loved ones who’ve passed
Chorus
When you hear the clicking
The messages say
Don’t live for tomorrow
Live for today
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Cobweb Telegram
An incoming message
It comes from our past
We think we are special
Our lives go so fast
We think we are modern
We’re fooling ourselves
Just listen to music
The records on shelves
Play what you can
Play what you must
Ashes to ashes
Then we are dust
An old radio signal
An old telegraph
A message from ghosts
Our loved ones who’ve passed
Chorus
When you hear the clicking
The messages say
Don’t live for tomorrow
Live for today
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