| One fine day in my odd past
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| I picked me up a transmission
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| I turned my fission ignition
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| Went looking for the broadcaster
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| And when I first touched some ground
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| They simply told me leave
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| Was kind of hard to believe
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| Cause there was no one around
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| I had a talented wine
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| That land o' classical gas
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| And on the planet of glass
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| They sent me skipping through time
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| I got to somewhere renowned
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| For it’s canals and color of red
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| And lots of guys who shook their heads
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| Rhythmically to resound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t no rock and roll town
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| This ain’t no fucking around
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| This ain’t no planet of sound
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| I met a guy in a rover
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| He said its one more over
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| It’s just there where your bound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound
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| This ain’t the planet of sound |