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In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
How do you document real life
When real life is getting more
Like fiction each day?
And as the harvest moon rose over Cyberland,
We reared back,
We sprang into a gallop, leaping,
out of orbit; I awoke singing!
To days of inspiration,
Playing hookey, making something
Out of nothing
There's only us, there's only this
Forget regret or life is yours to miss
No other road no other way
No day but today