Predictably just like all of the rest
I sit and I dream about far away places
Away from the people with frowns on their faces
All of my life is monotony
I'd go out for a walk, but I know it would be... predictable
Sure as the nose on my face
Same for the whole human race
Once we had so many options
Once we had dignity and grace
Now we have got nothing but our own time to waste
-- Ray Davies (The Kinks) 1981
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