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Silver Delorean, dmc - 12. We are from the future
We will improve your blurry understanding of what is happening
Barely noticeable Lena in the dark blue sky
How do we see the texture of cyberspace
There's fire in your glasses, we love music
The blood is getting cold but we have to fight
But we'll come all this way through the fog
We strike for the two-headed one, raising our fist up
Evenly gray background in a faintly noticeable cell
We're all missing a little craziness
There is no need for war, we want to live
How we all wanted to look in 2013