| Out of station through my radio
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| Nothing’s on
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| It’s like a joke that’s told without its final line
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| Where’s it going?
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| Where had it belonged?
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| I know
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| I’m trying
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| I’m trying to wake up
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| Wake up
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| And I tell by you way too far
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| Looking back I had a casing
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| Sentimental suns and shade
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| Would they ever spin around?
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| Foward
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| They’re trying
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| They’re trying
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| And so they do
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| In the call of a new world
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| As I climb to the next floor
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| Haven’t we met before
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| Under brighter skies above
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| Above
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| Anyway, its fine
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| We’re walking through wind
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| Unfamiliar scenes, we’re choking on it
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| And we’re shaking hands with someone we dont know now
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| Wake up
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| Wake up |