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You and me, we dream in black and white |
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When we move in time we're satellites |
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Singing out this line, a transmission |
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So send me back a sign if you're listening |
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What separates, accelerates you and me? |
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It's physical, invisible, we can see |
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Is there anyone out there? |
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World so dark and grey in monochrome |
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Sound so thin when played on the telephone |
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Break this message down into molecules |
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Spin our world around, it's so wonderful |
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What operates, exhilarates you and me? |
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This miracle, incredible, we can see |
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Is there anyone out there? |
