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One fine day in my odd past |
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I picked me up a transmission |
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I turned the fission ignition |
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Went looking for the broadcaster |
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And when I first touched some ground |
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They simply told me to leave |
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Was kind of hard to believe' |
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Cause there was not one around |
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This ain't the planet sound |
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This ain't the planet sound |
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This ain't the planet sound |
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This ain't the planet sound |
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I had a talented wine |
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That land of classical gas |
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And on the planet of glass |
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They sent me skipping through time |
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I got to somewhere renowned |
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For it's canals and color of red |
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And lots of guys who shook their heads |
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Rhythmically to resound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
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This ain't no rock and roll town |
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This ain't no ****in' around |
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This ain't no planet of sound |
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I met a guy in a rover |
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He said its one more over |
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It's just there where your bound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
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This ain't the planet of sound |
