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Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives |
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Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives |
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Radio has changed our lives and practically saved our lives |
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Oh Yeah! |
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I want to tell you about Dead City Radio man |
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and the New Gods of Supertown. |
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A world of Magic Lanterns and Chemical Blues. |
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A world where X stands of the unknow and Y is the zero |
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Sluggish drones assault my Radio |
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20 mortal lashes of Grotesque Audio |
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Glittering fountains |
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Misspent youth |
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I'm a Rhinestone Tiger in a Leisure Suit |
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Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Oh Yeah! |
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We listen to the Radio - Dead Radio |
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I'll tell you one thing man: |
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nothing ever happens until you medicate |
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the Witch Queen of Mongo |
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and Hail the passing of King George. |
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Everybody is eating on behalf of the Gods |
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with their Plastic Necks and Silver Teeth. |
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Is there life beyond what you know? |
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Hallucination thrives on my stereo |
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Astonishing Skeptics |
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Wasted Youth |
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She's and Angel of Odd in her Birthday Suit |
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Turn it up turn it up turn it up |
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Oh Yeah |
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We listen to the Radio - Dead Radio |
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We listen to the Radio - Dead Radio |
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It's right here now that we best serve the Beast of Transmission |
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and the cool passing wave of ignorance. |
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They say the heart is a lonely hunter |
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and the hardbox comes with a crime inside. |
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OH YEAH! |
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We listen to the Radio - Dead Radio |
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We listen to the Radio - Dead Radio |
