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Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands |
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Made from the trash |
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I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands |
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Every night, |
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I'm back at the shack and |
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I'm sure no one is there |
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I'm putting the aerial up, so |
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I can go out on the air |
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On the air |
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On the air |
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On the air |
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Every morning |
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I'm out at dawn with the dwarfs and the tramp |
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For a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps |
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Everyone I meet on the street acts as if |
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I wasn't there |
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But they're all going to know who |
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I am 'cos |
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I can go out on the air |
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On the air |
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On the air |
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On the air |
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Leaving the car down leafy lane |
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Turning out |
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Tarzan for my |
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Jungle Jane anyone at all |
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From Captain |
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Zero and his brand of superhero standing by a call |
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Oh it's not easy |
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No it's not easy |
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Making real friends |
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Don't give me your steak-reared milkboys, milkboys |
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Half alive on empty white noise, white noise |
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I got power, |
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I'm proud to be loud; my signal goes out clear |
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I want everybody to know that |
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Mozo is here |
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On the air |
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On the air |
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On the air |
