| Dear Mr. Edison
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| Thanks for the invite to the Mood Change Party
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| I heard that your machine can make me feel anything
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| And everything
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| As you lift the needle it all becomes clearer
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| It sounds…
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| I’ll help you quantify it
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| Ranking my happiness on a scale
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| From one to ten
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| Compare it to my score of what I had marked before
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| I ever heard its hypnotic lure
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| Who thought a device could change my life?
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| Now I’ll never go back to the dust and drab
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| I wanna spiral upwards
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| And feel light
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| Unbearably light!
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| Unbearably high!
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| My nerves are calmer
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| I even feel taller than I did last night
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| When you looked in my eyes
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| Electric elixir, no chemical fixer
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| Needed to take my troubles away
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| All I need are some airwaves
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| That’s the key to success
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| All anyone needs are some airwaves
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| Vibrations to get off the chest
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| What’s so wrong with feeling so right?!
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| Why not give it a try?!
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| All anyone needs are some airwaves
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| That’s the key to my heart
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| Won’t somebody please pump some airwaves in me
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| Peace of mind with electricity
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| I wanna spiral upwards and feel
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| Light
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| Light
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| Light |