| I’m a space cadet
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| I’ll be the first to admit it
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| Feeling inundated with surface noise skip
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| Swamped with static hiss crackle blip
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| Feel like I’m wound too tight
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| Mainline the power grid tonight
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| Hooked up to the tv iv
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| Drain drain all day
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| Whispers quietly away
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| Klips and blips
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| Steer me out into the stream
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| Of channel-scratching noise
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| And away from the world
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| Space cadet
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| I’ll be the first to admit it
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| I’m double-sided in three ways
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| Fractionalised behind bit-mapped eyes
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| I miss your digitised face
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| Broken in pixelate
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| Desynchronise
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| Come unglued
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| Stretch out your strands
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| And I’ll connect with you
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| Disconnect with you
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| Stubbed out your frustration
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| In my ashtray hole
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| In my black-and-blue soul
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| Pour my brain into a paper cup and
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| Scrape myself across the universe
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| I’ll be your king of decay
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| If you’ll be my queen of despair
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| We’ll make a lovely desperate pair |