| Night so bright — transmission smooth
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| I take my head and I stuff it in the tube
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| I find something I can use
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| But there’s no credit where credit is due
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| It cost me ten dollars
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| And in thirty seconds it’s so clear
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| And I adhere — I’m only humanoid
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| Oh man — they’re waving from the street again
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| «Hey Franz!"they're calling up to me
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| «We're living, we’re living through the breakup
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| Commercial breakup, here it comes again»
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| Well just today you told me,
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| You told me 'bout the way it is
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| I walk on out and make me a few small purchases
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| What was that name you called me?
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| What was that grin you grinned?
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| An expression so uncertain
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| That breaks a line so thin?
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| Now that 2D beckons — the colour is high
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| It seems so ripe — don’t touch the line hold
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| Something has dropped me in the heat again
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| «Hey Franz!"they're calling up to me
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| «We're living, we’re living through the breakup
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| Commercial breakup, here it comes again» |