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Don't Touch the dial |
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Theres static on the radio. |
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We're on a frequency way below. |
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And one day this signals gonna get through to you. |
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We sent it out in 92 yeah it's long overdue. |
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Can you feel it. |
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When you turn it up-hey. transmitting not a thing corrupt. |
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Crank it up. |
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We're giving it all we got. |
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We're blowing speakers and we won't stop. |
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We won't stop. |
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Yeah we're still holding it down-down. |
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We're still holding it down-down. |
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Yeah we're still holding it down-down. |
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We hold it. |
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Down with the kids. |
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While the airwaves cover it up. |
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But the static keeps us in touch. |
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And one day this noise is gonna break right through. |
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With the rhythm of rebellion that were sending to you. |
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And I feel it. |
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And we'll shout it out-hey. |
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Transmitting no shadows of doubt. |
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It's not a test. |
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We're tuned in to you. |
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Blowing speakers with our feedback. |
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Yes it's true. |
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We won't stop. |
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Yeah we're still holding it down-down. |
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We're still holding it down-down. |
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Yeah we're still holding it down-down. |
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We hold it down. |
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We won't stop. |
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Yeah we're still holding it down-down. |
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We're still holding it down-down. |
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Yeah we're still holding it down-down. |
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We hold it down. |
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Down as we spin around. |
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This stupid world. |
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And we surround ourselves. |
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With things that we despise. |
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Empty thoughts for shallow lives. |
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That live amongst these broken dreams. |
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With static sounds and silent screams. |
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That fall upon the deafest ears. |
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And play upon our darkest fears. |
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Of lives that seem so meaningless. |
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Above our means and in excess. |
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No one hears the sounds we've made. |
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We can't touch those radio waves. |
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Radio waves. |
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No one hears the sounds we've made. |
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We're still chasing radio waves. |