| You’re itching from the fever
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| You get from your receiver
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| Forever gonna be there
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| Always tuning in the news
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| On your radio hoping for
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| A brainstorm bullet
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| Write a letter to a talk show
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| Hosted by a one eyed ghost
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| Don’t deny imagination
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| In a hopeless situation
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| Hide in your own pocket
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| Ride your silver rocket
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| Sing a simple song
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| Nothing can go wrong
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| Pop & Television turns you on
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| Electric meditation strong enough
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| To be my little doll
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| Pop & Television sings your song
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| And never tells you
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| You are wrong
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| And that’s what really turns you on
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| Acting really brave
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| Cuz you know you got it made
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| Another pop slave always
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| Looking for a dream on your life screen
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| A little something in between
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| You’re throwing out yourself on the net
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| Rocking with a three legged mermaid
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| Sadness can be education
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| Madness perfect explanation
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| Hide in your own pocket
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| Ride your silver rocket
|
| Sing a simple song
|
| Nothing can go wrong
|
| Pop & Television turns you on
|
| Electric meditation strong enough
|
| To be my little doll
|
| Pop & Television sings your song
|
| And never tells you
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| You are wrong
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| And that’s what really turns you on
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| Buy your pleasure friend
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| Play it 'til the end
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| Then you start again
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| Without the lonely desperation
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| A brand new guaranteed relation
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| You’ll be a famous star
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| A perfect what you are
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| Funny situation
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| Enjoy your reputation, now
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| Pop & Television turns you on
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| Electric meditation strong enough
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| To be my little doll
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| Pop & Television sings your song
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| And never tells you
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| You are wrong
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| And that’s what really turns you on |