A penny in your pocket, suitcase in your hand,
They won't get you very far, Fly across the city, rise above the land,
Now you're a 21st century man.
You can do 'most anything,
Now you're a 21st century man. Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow,
You still wander the fields of your sorrow. There's nothing that is in between,
One day you're a hero, next day you're a clown, Now you're a 21st century man.
You should be so happy, you should be so glad,
So why are you so lonely, you 21st century man.
Everything was gone, You stepped out of a dream believing Return with what you've learnt they'll kiss the ground you walk upon.
Nothing have you planned,
So pick up your penny and your suitcase,
Things ain't how you thought they were,
Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow,
You're not a 21st century man.
You still wander the fields of your sorrow 21st century man.
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