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This is the new sound, this is the new sound. |
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In moonlit transit, the moonlight transmits, |
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the golden years displaced. |
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Nothing rises so we're content to decline with a certain |
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grace. Electricity, it's in me, |
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electricity and trash. This is the new sound, |
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this is the new sound. Tonight my life depends on YOU |
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and ME, and this trust that we'll believe in something |
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when this party crashes us. |
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Electricity, it's in me. Their machinery shuts down. |
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Electricity, it's in me. Electricity and trash. |
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In the absence of love, we loved the absence. |
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For soul, for soul, not money. |