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when i speak to you it's in the language of the 20th century people |
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the ones who are the stars of stage and screen |
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everything i say has been taught to me by my favourite tv programme |
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the one that i watch each and every week |
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turn on tune in drop out |
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if i concentrate i can break through the wash but only for a moment |
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my lucid thoughts are lost and out of reach |
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i would rather fall back into my familiar comfortable persona |
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the one that my tv was bought to teach |
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turn on tune in drop out |
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i can be the hero who can fly around the sun |
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i can scare you shitless i saw how on channel one |
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i think that i'm impressing you with funny anecdotes |
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i got them from my kid's tv and he's too young to vote |
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we're living in a fantasy but that's ok with me |
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you believe the whole thing too we're all on mtv |
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buy into the merchandise and then it becomes real |
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palpable and plastic packaged neatly on the reel |
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don't even go outside you will be destroyed |
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best to stay inside take the networked ride |
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when i sing to you it's through the haze of mild and modern schizophrenia |
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the one where i am not the man i am |
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if i glimpse the real then i am scared into the rampant paranoia |
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the one where i am still a tv fan |
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turn on tune in strung out |