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You didn't think this could happen
on a sunny summer Sixties afternoon,
you and your guys
cruisin' the park,
lookin' at girls,
listenin' to Pretty Woman,
ridin' the horses of your GTO,
three deuces and a four speed and a 389,
lookin' to drag,
lightin' a fag,
what of the future,
the future is now.

But no,
what's really in the future,
don't turn your head away,
the music they'll be playin'
is Amazing Grace
as they get ready to load you
into that Cadillac,
long and dark
shiny and black,
take you to a place
you won't never get back.

But why do I tell you these things,
what purpose will be served?
Maybe I'm just jealous,
already hear the thrum 
of that Caddy's engine
and smell its exhaust.
So I'll just move along
to where it takes me,
you enjoy today,
don't think about tomorrow,
don't get caught up
in those days of future past.

The Days of Future Past