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You're itching from the fever |
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you get from your receiver |
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Forever gonna be there, |
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always tuning in the news |
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on your radio hoping for |
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a brainstorm bullet |
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Write a letter to a talk show, |
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hosted by a one eyed ghost |
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Don't deny imagination, |
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in a hopeless situation |
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Hide in your own pocket |
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Ride your silver rocket |
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Sing a simple song |
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Nothing can go wrong |
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Pop & Television turns you on |
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electric meditation strong enough |
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to be my little doll |
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Pop & Television sings your song |
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and never tells you |
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you are wrong, |
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and that's what really turns you on |
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Acting really brave, |
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cuz you know you got it made |
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another pop slave always |
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looking for a dream on your life screen, |
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a little something in between |
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You're throwing out yourself on the net, |
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rocking with a three legged mermaid |
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Sadness can be education, |
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madness perfect explanation |
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Hide in your own pocket |
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Ride your silver rocket |
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Sing a simple song |
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Nothing can go wrong |
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Pop & Television turns you on |
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electric meditation strong enough |
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to be my little doll |
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Pop & Television sings your song |
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and never tells you |
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you are wrong, |
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and that's what really turns you on |
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Buy your pleasure friend |
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Play it 'til the end |
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Then you start again |
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without the lonely desperation |
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a brand new guaranteed relation |
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You'll be a famous star |
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a perfect what you are |
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Funny situation |
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Enjoy your reputation, now |
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Pop & Television turns you on |
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electric meditation strong enough |
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to be my little doll |
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Pop &Television sings your song |
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and never tells you |
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you are wrong, |
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and that's what really turns you on |
