| They are just born of hope that someone will even listen
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| In this solitude of hearts
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| In the traces that echo through the ether
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| Tied to meanings, bound to fate
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| Reassured by sounds that echo across the airwaves
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| Tuning through the waves
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| Of faint and distant signals, hoping someone’s there
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| Oh have we tried too much
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| Traded innocence for promises of greatness
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| Left to search, left seeking out
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| For a part of us that is no longer there
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| With all the prowess we possess
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| Exchanged the greatest of ourselves for isolation
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| Gladly we smile and carry on
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| Unaware of the solitude we hide inside
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| Broadcasting live around the world
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| On the air in every land, on every frequency
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| Across the surface of the earth
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| To the furthest reach, this is our live transmission
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| To all the people of the world
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| Unrelenting, for all who are receiving us
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| From every station on the earth
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| Loud and clear, this is our live transmission |