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Lean back into the wind

 It’s an empty cold outside

 I sent you back just the smoothest rock I could find

 Accompanied by just a couple of words came to mind

 It’s an old concept

Sending letters again

Well thought out, rehearsed and written in pen

Paperless here is a thing of the past

 I’m cutting down trees and using up gas

We’ve got Mandarax and loveless sex

 And information passing right through our skin and bones.... oh

Spot on with my content for the lesser known

 In spite of all of the rules of my own

That I break up in stride

Ignoring my front, back

 Ignoring my left and my right

 It’s my moral compass

And it’s easy to find

Well thought out, intentionally left behind

It’s regrettable, yes

But how could I ever sleep at night?

Knowing I had rules and knowing I had to abide

We’ve got Mandarax and loveless sex

 And information passing right through our skin and bones

 It’s the information age

 Of lesser consequence to the silence

The information age

 Of fountain pens and real stationary

The information age

 Of lesser consequence to the silence

The information age

We are 1980

We are 1980

We are 1980

We are 1980

We are 1980

We are 1980