Verse 1

The Babylonians came to these ancient shores almost four thousand years ago

To prove what they thought was the end of the earth, and the Henge was the place to go.

If their predictions were right it meant an asteroid strike, in two thousand years time,

An impact so big, nothing could live, there’d be nothing left at all!

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Verse 2

And just as proclaimed, the asteroid came, and it lit up the earthly sky.

But this wasn’t the year that we’d all disappear, we’d wait two thousand more to die.

So the asteroid’s elliptical flight, would be the covenant of a secret clan,

They made the light in the sky, a warning sign, and a saviour as a sign from above.

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Chorus 1

In 2045 - there’ll be no more people,

In 2045 - there’ll be no more mountains or birds or bees.

There’ll be no more oceans, no deserts, or forests, or ice caps to melt away

There’ll be no more heaven, there’ll be no more love…

In 2045.

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Verse 3

So the secret was kept, the overseers adept with religion to cover the show

But when should they tell, the people of Hell, maybe with a hundred years to go?

But with invention of man, we may have a plan, if we could only escape the Earth…

And in 1945 to the day, we knew the rocket could be our rebirth!

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Verse 4

And now there’s a glimpse of what really could be, our journey away from Earth.

So we walked on the moon as a first giant step, to the ultimate move to the stars.

And final deal would be The Great Reveal, with XXXX to end human life,

Of those who remain, two thousand will train for a new home on planet Mars…

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Chorus 2

In 2045 - there’ll be no more sunsets,

In 2045 - there’ll be no more rivers or beaches or trees.

There’ll be no more moonlight, no rainbows, or roses, or candles to melt away

There’ll be no more laughter, there’ll be no more love…

In 2045.

Solo

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Chorus 3

In 2045 - there’ll be no more hunger,

In 2045 - there’ll be no more sadness or crying or smiles.

There’ll be no more fishes, no eagles, or cats, or horses to ride away

There’ll be no more creatures, there’ll be no more love…

In 2045.

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Chorus 4

… there’ll be no more seasons,

In 2045 - there’ll be no more dancing or feeding or wine.

There’ll be no more science, invention, or form, or days to while away

There’ll be no more music, there’ll be no more love…

In 2045.