| Don’t Touch the dial
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| Theres static on the radio.
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| We’re on a frequency way below.
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| And one day this signals gonna get through to you.
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| We sent it out in 92 yeah it’s long overdue.
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| Can you feel it.
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| When you turn it up-hey.
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| transmittting not a thing corrupt.
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| Crank it up.
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| We’re giving it all we got.
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| We’re blowing speakers and we won’t stop.
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| We won’t stop.
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| Yeah we’re still holding it down-down.
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| We’re still holding it down-down.
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| Yeah we’re still holding it down-down.
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| We hold it.
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| Down with the kids.
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| While the airwaves cover it up.
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| But the static keeps us in touch.
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| And one day this noise is gonna break right through.
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| With the rythm of rebelian that were sending to you.
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| And i feel it.
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| And we’ll shout it out-hey.
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| Transmitting no shadows of doubt.
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| It’s not a test.
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| We’re tuned in to you.
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| Blowing speakers with our feedback.
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| Yes it’s true.
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| We won’t stop.
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| Yeah we’re still holding it down-down.
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| We’re still holding it down-down.
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| Yeah we’re still holding it down-down.
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| We hold it down.
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| We won’t stop.
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| Yeah we’re still holding it down-down.
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| We’re still holding it down-down.
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| Yeah we’re still holding it down-down.
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| We hold it down.
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| Down as we spin around.
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| This stupid world.
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| And we surround ourselves.
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| With things that we despise.
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| Empty thoughts for shallow lives.
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| That live amongst these broken dreams.
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| With static sounds and silent screams.
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| That fall upon the deafest ears.
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| And play upon our darkest fears.
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| Of lives that seem so meaningless.
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| Above our means and in excess.
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| No one hears the sounds we’ve made.
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| We can’t touch those radio waves.
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| Radio waves.
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| No one hears the sounds we’ve made.
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| We’re still chasing radio waves. |