Wayback machine You know more than me You have every memory You know of everything, much of it far gone On occasion I dwell In your thoughts I go back in time with you You saw everything, Including me Sprout and grow from only one thing You know where we started, do you know where we end? Wayback machine, tell me tell me tell me
I made the song, But credits to the Wayback Machine for existing. This is a pretty stupid song, And it has no point, and it has no music, But whatever. I made a Wayback machine song.
