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Two silhouettes stand tall againsta gray |
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November sky |
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Utopian suburban teenage wasteland blues. |
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You turn to me and sigh, the boredom |
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Growin' in your eyesas a voice sings songs of splendorfrom the radio |
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I hear that voice again submergingfrom the stereo |
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Invisible electric life flowsright through me, |
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Then for a moment |
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I forget about |
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Just where |
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I'm at and the world fallin'around looses all urgency. |
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It's just another transmission froma place we all want to be. |
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It takes control then its spitsme back to reality. |
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I hear the musicthen |
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I close my eyes |
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It's just another radio suicide onthe airwaves. |
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I turned it on-invisible electric life. |
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Then the song comes on the radio |
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The signal takes control-heartbeatstarts to slow,you hear the words reverberatingin your mind |
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Twisted electric waves pulse from thestereoas a vioce screams out loud |
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Everything is not alrightforget about the static pulsingin your ear |
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Forget everything you see and hearit's just another radio suicide |
