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It's all too much for me;
the tack of history.
The end of anything slow;
the fate of everything I know.

The pocket telephones,
the emptiness in our homes.
There's nothing here for me
but empty fantasy.

Don't call my name;
I'm finally going back to 1980,
where things are still the same.

So take me far away,
the hills of yesterday.
The world before I was born,
and I'll do anything I want.

Don't call my name;
I'm finally going back to 1980,
where things are still the same.

Don't be afraid;
I'm only going back to 1980,
where things are still the same.

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