.Well he sits at his desk 'cause he's trying his best
To envision a future that just wonât exist
A utopia
At his fingertips
And in his spare time he frowns at the sight
Of an imperfect office, on an imperfect night
From a cafe across
A Street he provides
And he swear.
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