| I found you in a porn magazine
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| I don't remember how I ended up here
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| I'm in the city square, eternally smoking youth
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| I'm writing your voice into the phone, heey
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| Look at me, your white lips
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| They call to say I'm rude
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| And call to your house
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| me with red wine
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| Tell about it
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| How do you not love anyone
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| Give me a chance and I won't come
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| Where the hair is on the floor
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| I won't fall asleep, blue headlights will illuminate the suite
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| This is my way out
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| Watching through the toner, how
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| Silent and quiet
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| That's hopeless, how their entire elite is drowning
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| How the numbers on my phone become dust
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| How I myself become dust
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| On the radio waves I hear your gentle voice
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| (I hear your gentle voice), yeah-yeah-yeah
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| By radio waves of drawn stripes
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| (painted stripes), yeah-yeah-yeah
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| By radio waves I will tell you where I am
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| (I'll tell you where I am), yeah-yeah-yeah
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| By radio waves, you will say: "The battery is dead"
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| (say the battery is dead)
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| On the radio waves I hear your gentle voice
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| (I hear your gentle voice), yeah-yeah-yeah
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| By radio waves of drawn stripes
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| (painted stripes), yeah-yeah-yeah
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| By radio waves I will tell you where I am
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| (I'll tell you where I am), yeah-yeah-yeah
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| By radio waves, you will say: "The battery is dead"
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| (say the battery is dead) |