| Stand back, step away from the radio
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| It’s filling with smoke and all the songs of tote
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| Leave it alone
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| Have a glance, there’s no chance
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| That it might be saved
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| Surrounded by flies, no chance for enterprise
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| Dig it a grave
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| Now I’ve got an alibi for you were with me on the night the music died
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| My name is clear, no need to hide
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| For I’ve come to testify that all these facts are verified
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| The music died, we’re all victims of this crime
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| Here come the lawyers, they’re getting ready to make their case
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| They plan to litigate, carry on a long debate, and hold back the pace
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| But soon their heads bow as they wonder how this could be and who is to blame
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| Why did we hesitate, let it fall so out of date? |
| Ain’t it a shame?
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| Now I’ve got an alibi for you were with me on the night the music died
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| My name is clear, no need to hide
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| For I’ve come to testify that all these facts are verified
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| The music died, we’re all victims of this crime
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| Remember long ago when tubes would glow
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| Our minds would blow, and rock would roll
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| It fed your soul
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| They claimed that video had killed you then
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| That’s what they said, but now we know
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| You were scared to death, instead
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| Now I’ve got an alibi for you were with me on the night the music died
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| My name is clear, no need to hide
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| For I’ve come to testify that all these facts are verified
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| The music died, we’re all victims of this crime |