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"They can't be back," he said |
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A chilling wind from the living room "Oh how can this be? I thought I buried them in electricity" |
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And then the radio turned on without a trace |
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A haunting memory upon the man's face |
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As he said, "They're coming back, they're coming back" |
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Cold haunting memories |
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Back, back, back, back through the radio |
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Now who is listening tonight? (Tonight, tonight, tonight) |
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Man's last words, man's last words are perfect. |
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When nothing is said at all |
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Scared speechless |
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The man's head in his hands, his shaky hands, |
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But let truth be known he wasn't always afraid |
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Oh no, no, that coward used to talk, talk, talk, talk, |
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Sync his lips to the sound of empty promises "Oh, they're coming back, they're coming back" |
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Cold haunting memories |
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Back, back, back, back through the radio |
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Now who is listening tonight? (Tonight, tonight, tonight) |
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Man's last words, man's last words are perfect |
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When nothing is said at all |
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Back, back, back |
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Back, back, back |
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Back, back, back "They can't, they can't, they can't be back," he said |
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A chilling wind from the living room "Oh how can this be? I thought I buried them in electricity" |
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Oh that coward used to talk, talk, talk, sync his lips |
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Now there is no way he's going to live through this "They have come back, they have come back!" |
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Back, back, back, back through the radio |
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Now who is listening tonight? (Tonight, tonight, tonight) |
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Man's last words, man's last words are perfect |
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When nothing is said at all |
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The have come back |
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Now who's listening? |
