Set up the antenna, drown live
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All that happens in the wild world:
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Ridiculous fuss, desperate passions -
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There is no news from God at all frequencies.
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In a cozy room of total ignorance
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I sat, hoping that I was not poor in spirit.
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But at midnight the stars explained how small I am
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I'm looking for answers where I didn't look...
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I'll cut off my native convenient bitch
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And wet soap will slip out of my hands.
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From atmospheric pressure minutes
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I'm on the radar, but not here for a long time.
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Wait for me!
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I will certainly
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I'll be back
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From the inner universes...
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Wait for me!
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I will certainly
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I'll be back
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From the inner universes...
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Follow the growth of semantic inflation -
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The product of burning pop population.
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The essence dissolves from thousands of repetitions,
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The goal is blurred by the flow of entertainment.
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In a cozy room full of entertainment
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The struggle is still alive, but it is clear that it is no longer the same.
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And it will get worse, much worse ahead,
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Spit on Brodsky's nonsense and come out!
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Bran native handy bitches
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And fall down and into the darkness, fly to the sound!
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From atmospheric pressure watch
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Diamonds are born in the heads of the sages.
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Wait for me,
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I will certainly
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Step into the outer
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From the inner universes!
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Wait for me,
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I will certainly
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Step into the outer
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From the inner universes!
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Wait for me,
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I will certainly
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Step into the outer
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From the inner universes!
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Wait for me,
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I will certainly
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Step into the outer
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From the inner universes! |