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Black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination |
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More fodder for the new lost generation |
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I got a question to send you to the nearest closet |
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"Why can't you let us do it like Joni does it?" |
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There you go again, giving it your very best |
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trying so hard to make it sound like all thee rest |
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And as your factory sanctifies your wooden soul |
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you gave us T.V. dinners, now it's T.V. rock 'n' roll |
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We're growing up |
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We're growing up |
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To radio musicola |
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We're growing up |
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We're growing up |
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To radio musicola |
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I got political inclinations to announce |
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but no way, if it doesn't scan with your accounts |
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I got some spiritual ideology for you |
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I know it's gotta correspond with the corporation view |
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We're growing up |
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We're growing up |
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To radio musicola |
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We're growing up |
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We're growing up |
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To radio musicola |
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You can find it in the streets |
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You can find it in the elevators |
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You can find it where the ladies wash their hands |
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It emanates from littleboxes on the wall and it'll |
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soon be coming in disposable tin cans |
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My soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio |
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Wall Street liquid lunches showing us the way to go |
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Why tolerate this numismatical polity? |
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There isn't any other way, there isn't any other way, more's the pity |
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We're growing up |
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We're growing up |
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To radio musicola |
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We're growing up |
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We're growing up |
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To radio musicola |