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This sunlight cutting through the open fields. |
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Can't be communicated by radio waves. |
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And through this flashlight keyhole memory. |
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Receive a thousand signals and can't respond. |
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So keep your hands to yourself. |
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And relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong. |
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Reverse reception on this lifeless satellite. |
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Push this button. |
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End the transmission. |
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So keep your hands to yourself |
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In this transit station reconnection to our lives. |
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In transit like my voice cutting through this line. |
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It's the same old song broadcasted on the radio. |
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Saying I'm not worth your time. |
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End the transmission. |
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This absence is making relations come undoneit's breaking air waves |
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I'm losing you in the transmission.. |