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Out of station through my radio |
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Nothings on |
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It's like a joke thats told with out its final line |
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Where's it going |
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Where had it round |
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I know |
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I'm trying |
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I'm trying to wake up |
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Wake up |
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And I tell by you way too far |
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Looking back I had a casing sentimental suns and shade |
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Would they ever spin around |
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Foward |
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They're trying |
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They're trying |
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And so they do |
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In the call of a new world |
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As I climb to the next floor |
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Haven't we |
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Met before |
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Under brighter skies above |
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Above |
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Anyway its fine |
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We're walking through wind |
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Unfamiliar scenes |
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We're choking on it |
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And we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now |
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Wake up |
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Wake up |
