Look at the calendar up on the wall We are standing on the edge of it all The decade is young, but time moves so fast The world that we knew will soon be the past Just a short wait until time turns around Leaving the dust and the dirt on the ground Throw your old worries away in the wind That is where better days finally begin The year two thousand is coming real fast! The heavy shadows won't ever last! We’ll fly high above the traffic line In silver craft of clean design! Pack your bags, we are leaving real soon A long holiday way up on the moon! No empty plates and no empty hands Full harvest growing across all the lands The weapons will rust inside of the clay No more soldiers, no fighting today Just a short wait until time turns around Leaving the dust and the dirt on the ground Throw your old worries away in the wind That is where better days finally begin The year two thousand is coming real fast! The heavy shadows won't ever last! We’ll fly high above the traffic line In silver craft of clean design! Pack your bags
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