| You and me, we dream in black and white
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| When we move in time we’re satellites
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| Singing out this line, a transmission
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| So send me back a sign if you’re listening
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| What separates, accelerates you and me?
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| It’s physical, invisible, we can see
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| Is there anyone out there?
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| World so dark and grey in monochrome
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| Sound so thin when played on the telephone
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| Break this message down into molecules
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| Spin our world around, it’s so wonderful
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| What operates, exhilarates you and me?
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| This miracle, incredible, we can see
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| Is there anyone out there? |