| «They can’t be back,» he said
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| A chilling wind from the living room
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| «Oh, how can this be?
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| I thought I buried them in electricity»
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| And then the radio turned on without a trace
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| A haunting memory upon the man’s face
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| As he said, «They're coming back, they’re coming back»
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| Cold haunting memories
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| Back, back, back, back through the radio
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| Now, who is listening tonight?
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| (Tonight, tonight, tonight)
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| Man’s last word, man’s last words are perfect
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| When nothing is said at all
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| Scared speechless
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| The man’s head in his hands, his shaky hands
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| But let truth be known he wasn’t always afraid
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| Oh no, no, that coward used to talk, talk, talk, talk
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| Sync his lips to the sound of empty promises
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| «Oh, they’re coming back, they’re coming back»
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| Cold haunting memories
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| Back, back, back, back through the radio
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| Now, who is listening tonight?
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| (Tonight, tonight, tonight)
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| Man’s last word, man’s last words are perfect
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| When nothing is said at all
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| Back, back, back
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| «They can’t, they can’t, they can’t be back,» he said
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| A chilling wind from the living room
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| «Oh, how can this be?
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| I thought I buried them in electricity»
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| Oh that coward used to talk, talk, talk, sync his lips
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| Now there is no way he’s going to live through this
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| «They have come back, they have come back!»
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| Back, back, back, back through the radio
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| Now, who is listening tonight?
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| (Tonight, tonight, tonight)
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| Man’s last word, man’s last words are perfect
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| When gone!
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| They have come back
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| Oh, They have come back
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| Now, who’s listening? |