| Let me take you down to broadcast beach
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| Where the cigarettes are nice and cheap, oh yeah
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| I want to hear you say it (saay it)
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| Always wanted them to do it, oh yeah (oh yeah)
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| Of the age before the rhinestone bands
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| There was a strangulation fallen on these cold hands
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| They sold the kids to science (science)
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| Baby, cancel my complience, oh yes (oh yes)
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| Broadcast beach is the place to meet
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| Any old time you want a little sun
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| The moon don’t flop, the phases don’t cop
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| -unknown-
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| Hepititus caught me off my guard
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| Like Adam Vegas with my ragtop Diner’s Club card
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| I’ll follow you forever (forever)
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| Baby, casually surrender, oh yes (oh yes)
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| Movie fantasies ignite our love
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| With ellocutions of a broadcast funeral sludge
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| We’re turning into liars (liars)
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| Only fading our desires, oh yes (oh yes)
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| Broadcast beach is the place to meet
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| The wait is over-staffed and the stock is under-sold
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| The moon don’t flop, the phases don’t cop
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| -unknown-
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| Woah x 2 (Boardcast beach, -cast beach x 3) |