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Something is going on lately Things are changing every other day Summer time starts before spring Hurricane behaves like a brutal king Summer is boiling hot, Winter is a melting *** Who knows if it’s getting hotter or cooler nowadays You know, the sea is rising, anyway Nobody knows, strange days Never imagined to see the next century But already, that’s a faded memory Thanks to Nostradamus, The world was to end in 1999 The Mayan calendar ended in 2012 But we survived the dooms, better or worse To see the former MC lead the free world It’s hard to tell the truth from lies Anything could happen, strange days If you feel time flies faster And everything is accelerating That’s not because you’re getting older You’re not day-dreaming You must run as fast as you can Just to stay in place But where are we heading? You know where we are heading You may want to go back to good old days Unfortunately, you have no other ways As a mad scientist once said, We’ll be immortal by 2045 Our wits will exceed the speed of light Yet it’s hard to tell what is real The world without end, blessing or curse Welcome to the brave new world! The time has come Better prepare yourself, strange days
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
Strange Days
Something is going on lately Things are changing every other day Summer time starts before spring Hurricane behaves like a brutal king Summer is boiling hot, Winter is a melting *** Who knows if it’s getting hotter or cooler nowadays You know, the sea is rising, anyway Nobody knows, strange days Never imagined to see the next century But already, that’s a faded memory Thanks to Nostradamus, The world was to end in 1999 The Mayan calendar ended in 2012 But we survived the dooms, better or worse To see the former MC lead the free world It’s hard to tell the truth from lies Anything could happen, strange days If you feel time flies faster And everything is accelerating That’s not because you’re getting older You’re not day-dreaming You must run as fast as you can Just to stay in place But where are we heading? You know where we are heading You may want to go back to good old days Unfortunately, you have no other ways As a mad scientist once said, We’ll be immortal by 2045 Our wits will exceed the speed of light Yet it’s hard to tell what is real The world without end, blessing or curse Welcome to the brave new world! The time has come Better prepare yourself, strange days
Looking for music for this. I'd appreciate any suggestions.
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
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