| It was very late last night
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| I sat at the radio
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| Dialing from left to right
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| Why I do not know
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| I heard a man in a voice low
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| And sweet with circumspection
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| Say innocent listener don’t you know
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| The flame is its own reflection
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| The flame is its own reflection
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| He turned me on off I turned him
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| We tuned out all direction
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| I sat alone my head aswim
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| The flame is its own reflection!
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| The flame is its own reflection!
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| The universe is nought but sound
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| Sound is its own perfection
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| Mind is the only truth I’ve found
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| The flame is its own reflection!
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| The flame is its own reflection!
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| I sat alone my head aswim
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| The flame is its own reflection!
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| Mind is the only truth I’ve found
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| The flame is its own reflection!
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| Mind is the only truth I’ve found
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| The flame is its own reflection!
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| The flame is its own reflection! |