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-->Yours Truly, 2095 I sent a message to another time, But as the days unwind--this I just can't believe, I send a note across another plane, Maybe it's all a game--but this I just can't concieve I drive the very latest hovercar, I don't know where you are--but I miss you so much till then, I met someone who's a lot like you, She does the things you do, but she is an IBM She's only programmed to be very nice, But she's as cold as ice, whenever I get too near, She tells me that she likes me very much, But when I try to touch, she makes it all too clear She is the very latest in technology, Almost mythology, but she has a heart of stone, She has an IQ of 1,001, She has a jumpsuit on, and she's also a telephone [Chorus] Is that what you want-is it what you really want I realize that it must seem so strange, That time has rearranged, but time has the final word She knows I think of you, she reads my mind, She tries to be unkind, she knows nothing of our world Although her memory banks overflow, No one would ever know, all she says; Is that what you want, Maybe one day I'll feel her cold embrace, And kiss her interface, until then, I'll leave her alone [Chorus] ELO TIME

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