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Radio, live transmission. |
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Radio, live transmission. |
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Listen to the silence, let it ring on. |
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Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun. |
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We would have a fine time living in the night, |
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Left to blind destruction, |
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Waiting for our sight. |
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And we would go on as though nothing was wrong. |
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And hide from these days we remained all alone. |
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Staying in the same place, just staying out the time. |
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Touching from a distance, |
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Further all the time. |
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Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. |
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Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. |
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Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. |
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Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. |
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Well I could call out when the going gets tough. |
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The things that we've learnt are no longer enough. |
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No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise |
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love to the beat of the show. |
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And we could dance. |
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Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. |
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Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. |
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Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. |
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Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. |
