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We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact. |
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Radio transmission every time that, |
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I let our fair moon. |
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Lay her body between us, |
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I need her now that you're breaking up. |
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Soon she'll become my new sun. |
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Soon she'll become. |
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She's stealing her light from the old one. |
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Fast receiving but slow responding, |
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To your signals reading "Son, come home." |
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But I still believe it. |
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My God, I still need it. |
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But I'm just tired of walking upright. |
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When I don't mean right, |
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I just want to look right. |
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We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact. |
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Radio transmission. |
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Soon she'll become my new sun. |
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Soon she'll become dim reflected love, |
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To light my way, |
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After I trade loving you for loving to obey. ' |
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Cause even with my feet on the path, |
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Our quite hearts lost contact. |
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So now I'm wandering off, |
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Just to hear you calling me back. |
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We can always expect to lose. |
