[Verse 1] Looking out for number one The conversation in the dayrooms gone Its a brutal thought but you thought it And in the future, itll be the same [Verse 2] Looking out for number one The conversation in the dayrooms gone Its a brutal thought but you thought it And in the future, itll be the same [Chorus] The same, the same, the same, the same The same, the same, the same, the same The same, the same, the same, the same In the future, itll be the same [Verse 3] Waltzing on an autobahn There is cause for alarm Its a neurotic thought but you thought it And in the future, itll be the same [Chorus] The same, the same, the same, the same The same, the same, the same, the same The same, the same, the same, the same In the future, itll be the same
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