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Sound system won't you bring me back up |
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It's the one thing that I can depend on... |
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Try to describe to the limit of my ability |
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It's there a second and then it's given up what it used to be |
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Contained in music somehow more than just sound |
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The inspiration coming and it's twisting things around |
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Because--You always know that it's gonna have to go |
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You always know that you'll be back in the cold |
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Point of departure sublimated in a song |
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It's always coming to give me that hope for just a second then it's gone but-- |
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Sound system won't you bring me back up |
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It's the one thing that I can depend on.... |
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Static pulse inside of music bringing us escape |
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It's always temporary, changing nothing in its wake |
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Just a second where we're leaving all this shit behind |
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Just a second but it's leaving just this much in mind: |
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To resist despair, that second makes you see |
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To resist despair, you can't change everything |
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To resist despair in this world is--what it is, what it is, what it is to be free |
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Sound system won't you bring me back up |
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It's the one thing that I can depend on... |
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Sound! System! |
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Sound! System! |
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Wake up turn my box on bust the shade and let the sun in |
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Times getting tougher 'bout time to start runnin' |
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Box in my hand, music by my side |
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Swingin' to the rhythm of the music by side |
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Sound system won't you bring me back up |
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It's the one thing that I can depend on... |
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Sound! System! |
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Sound! System! |