| The machinery of a plasma screen and stereo sound
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| Made the television hostess' eyelids twitch and drown
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| In tears of joy, cause how she loved to announce
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| Her favorite band finally on her show playing their own songs
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| That profound preaching hypnotized me, I admit
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| Her sudden earnestness made every lightning hit
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| It stroke me down and left a scorch of hopefulness
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| That there is still a little glimpse of soul in pop music
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| Out to plasma screens, in every home the stereo rang
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| When the band began, strummed their instruments and sang
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| And you could tell by their charisma they were pros
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| The jealousy rose in me and I was sold
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| I see reasons why we stay alive
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| You see reasons why we are a lie
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| I see reasons we still have the light
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| You see reasons why we’re still-life
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| And when the television hostess goes to sleep
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| She’ll pray her earnestness will not hurt her career
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| I hope she’ll understand the meaning of her fear
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| The influential consequences of her cheer
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| I see reasons why we stay alive
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| You see reasons why we are a lie
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| I see reasons we still have the light
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| You see reasons why we’re still-life
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| And when the television hostess is put to ground
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| I’ll be on television singing on her song
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| With tears of joy cause, how I’ll love to announce
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| She was my savior and my youth, sometimes my doubts |