| Turn up the radio
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| I wish to find a bit of soul
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| Among the ocean of all that callousness
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| Where is the heart in these tunes?
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| The melodies have no use
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| They flood our ears
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| Not tending wounds
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| And leave without any news
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| So give us back all these songs
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| We thought that could change the world
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| Once they would all have been heard
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| Nothing could stay the same
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| With a big bad heart full of memories
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| And the soundtrack to all fatality
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| The best we wanted was the end that started
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| To sing songs of irrelevance
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| Till we dance on the graves of society
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| No more wretched voices
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| This is the swan song
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| Some notes make your heart sing
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| Far more than anything
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| They are so rare in these days
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| Quantity is everything
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| This is not what we deserve
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| Bring back the treasures and pearls
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| Kick out the junk and revive
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| The sound of a better life
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| So let’s talk about the old times
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| The better times
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| Where have they gone
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| What happened to the radio?
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| Is it dead, is it gone
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| And most of all
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| Why should we care?
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| The question is
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| Should we stop dancing? |