| Reams of stories reeled me in
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| Caught my ear and hooked my chin
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| A Friday dinner, a fish-drunk sinner
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| Pull me down or put me in
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| Just a lonely radio, just a makeshift show and tell
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| Playing out the lives of the lost and found
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| Give me faith and give me love
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| Afaining from the clouds above
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| The sea below lent strings to bow
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| If I can’t jump just push and shove
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| Just a lonely radio, just a makeshift show and tell
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| Playing out the lives of the lost and found
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah…
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| And I’ll be in a happy one
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| A lucky running changing sun
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| A lost and found, a newest sound
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| Bullet from a golden gun
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| Just a lonely radio, just a makeshift show and tell
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| Playing out the lives of the lost and found
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| Here I lie a-dying in bed
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| It’s time for me and death to wed
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| I’ll taste the loam, onto the loam
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| With a breath, my body is dead
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| Just a lonely radio, just a makeshift show and tell
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| Playing out the lives of the lost and found
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah… |