| Now that they’re driving us all underground
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| Not the radio music, or their satellite singing this
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| In this town, in this town
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| I wanna hear some music
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| And with the rock stars all flicker and fade
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| Power radio music, I’m a ghost overground
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| On, on parade
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| And even if your voice comes back again
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| Maybe there’ll be no one listening
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| And even if I find the strength to stand
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| Doesn’t mean I won’t go missing
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| And the world will come
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| Crashing
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| I wanna hear some music
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| I have been waiting down here for so long
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| Trying to write this big music
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| With your breath on my face
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| But now, now you’re gone
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| And even if your voice comes back again
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| Maybe there’ll be no one listening
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| And even if I find the strength to stand
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| Doesn’t mean I won’t go missing
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| And the world will come
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| Crashing
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| And the whole world comes
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| Down, down-wards
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| And all the water on this broken town
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| The freeway’s just like veins without a heart
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| And the world just comes
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| Crashing
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| And the whole world comes
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| Crashing
|
| And even if your voice comes back again
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| Maybe there’ll be no one listening
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| And even if I find the strength to stand
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| Doesn’t mean I won’t go on
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| And even if your voice comes back again
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| Maybe there’ll be no one listening
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| And even if you find the strength to stand
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| It doesn’t mean you won’t go missing
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| And the world will come
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| Crashing
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| And the words will come
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| Crashing
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| And the music comes
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| Crashing
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| Down on me
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| Down on me
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| And the words will come
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| Crashing
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| And the words will come
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| Crashing
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| Down on me
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| So down on me… |