| Two silhouettes stand tall against
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| a gray November sky
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| Utopian suburban teenage wasteland blues.
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| You turn to me and sigh, the boredom
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| Growin’in your eyes
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| as a voice sings songs of splendor
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| from the radio
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| I hear that voice again submerging
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| from the stereo
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| Invisible electric life flows
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| right through me,
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| Then for a moment I forget about
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| Just where I’m at and the world fallin'
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| around looses all urgency.
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| It’s just another transmission from
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| a place we all want to be.
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| It takes control then its spits
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| me back to reality.
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| I hear the music
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| then I close my eyes
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| It’s just another radio suicide on the airwaves.
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| I turned it on-invisible electric life.
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| Then the song comes on the radio
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| The signal takes control-heartbeat
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| starts to slow,
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| you hear the words reverberating
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| in your mind
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| Twisted electric waves pulse from the
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| stereo
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| as a vioce screams out loud
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| Everything is not alright
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| forget about the static pulsing
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| in your ear
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| Forget everything you see and hear
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| it’s just another radio suicide |