Seventy

I feel it coming
I feel it coming out feet last
I'll do what I should've done
I'll "H.G. Wells" it and blast out of here
I've found a new day in the past
When all you could get was Bud, Miller, and Pabst
Mirror, mirror on the ball
Can you tell me what I lack?
A blue Continental to go with my T-Rex "Cadillac"
I'm out of here
I've found a new day in the past, with brand new faded photographs
We're all just trying to find our way to someplace



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Writer(s): Atom Orr
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