| There’s so many pathways that lead to the heart
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| The records were letters, the wrong place to start
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| So devoid of expression I can tell at a glance
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| Stripped at face value we can glide into trance
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| On the freeway so dark in the heat of this night
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| We can tune in on them if the frequency’s right
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| These words are so dull, yeah
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| The records were letters
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| Though it’s easy to hear the message through song
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| Something will give if they carry on
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| I’m stripped of self-virtue, that can’t be too smart
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| Should’ve stayed locked away, the cure can’t be far
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| The cure can’t be far, should’ve stayed locked away
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| Smash up the radio, that’s enough for one day
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| These words are so dull, yeah, the records were letters
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| There’s so many pathways that lead to the heart |