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Beside yourself if radio's gonna stay.
Reason: it could polish up the grey.
Put that, put that, put that up your wall
That this isn't country at all.
R-A-V-I-N-G S-T-A-T-I-O-N, B-E-S-I-D-E Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F
Keep me out of country in the word
Deal the porch is leading us absurd.
Push that, push that, push that to the hull
That this isn't nothing at all.
S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T O-F-F T-H-E B-O-A-T, W-H-E-R-E T-O G-O?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe, radio...
Beside defying media too fast
Instead of pushing palaces to fall
Put that, put that, put that before all
That this isn't fortunate at all.
R-A-V-I-N-G S-T-A-T-I-O-N, B-E-S-I-D-E Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe, radio...
Decide yourself, calling all of the medias too fast
Keep me out of country in the word
Disappoint is into us absurd.
S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T O-F-F T-H-E B-O-A-T, W-H-E-R-E T-O G-O?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe, Radio Free Europe
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe, Radio Free Europe
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Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take our fortune
They called the clip a two-headed cow
Your hate - clipped and distant, your luck - pilgrimage
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate - clipped and distant, your luck - a two-headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take our fortune
Speakin' in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate - clipped and distant, your luck - pilgrimage
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate - clipped and distant, your luck - a two-headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn), take a turn (take a turn)
Take our fortune (take a turn), take our fortune
Pilgrimage. Pilgrimage.
Speakin' in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate - clipped and distant, your luck
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate - clipped and distant, your luck - two-headed
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn), take a turn (take a turn)
Take our fortune (take a turn), take our fortune
Pilgrimage. Pilgrimage.
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn), take a turn (take a turn)
Take our fortune (take a turn), take our fortune (take a turn)
Take a turn (take a turn), take a turn (take a turn)
Take our fortune (take a turn), take our fortune
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Laocoon and her two sons
Pressured storm, tried to move
No other more, emotion bound
Martyred, misconstrued
Lighted... in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing
Laocoon and her two sons
Run the gamut, sated view
Know them more, emotion bound
Martyred, misconstrued
Lighted... in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing
In a room, lock the door, latch the room
Lighted, lighted, laughing
Laocoon and her two sons
Ran the gamut, settled new
Find a place fit to laugh
Lock the doors, latch the room
Lighted... in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tunes
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tunes
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Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction
Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction
Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion
Combien, combien, combien de temps?
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Combien, combien, combien de temps?
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion…
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Scratch the scandals in the twilight
Trying to shock but instead
Idle hands all orient to her
Pass a magic pillow under head
It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
They scratch the scandals in the twilight
She was laughing like a Horae
Put that knee in dour landslide
Take this step to dash a roving eye
It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Scratch the scandals in the twilight
Trying to shock but instead
Idle hands all orient to her
Pass a magic pillow under head
It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
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Put your hair back, we get to leave
Eleven gallows on your sleeve
Shallow figure, winner's paid
Eleven shadows way out of place
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Pull your dress on and stay real close
Who might leave you where I left off?
A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends
Drink another, coin a phrase
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Try to win and suit your needs
Speak out sometimes but try to win
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
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Ooooo, we were little boys
Ooooo, we were little girls
It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off
Cowered in a hole, opie mouth. Question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
Ooooo, we were little boys
Ooooo, we were little girls
It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off
Cowered in a hole, opie mouth.
We in step, in hand, your mother remembers this.
Hear the howl of the rope, a question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
March could be darker.
March could be darker.
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
Ooooo, we were little boys
Ooooo, we were little girls
It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off
Cowered in a hole, opie mouth.
We in step, in hand, your mother remembers this.
Hear the howl of the rope, a question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
Catapult. (Catapult.) Catapult.
Catapult…
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This name I got we all were green
See could stop stop it will red
We could bind it in the cist
We could gather, throw a fit
Up to par and Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in
Setting trap for love making a waste of time, sitting still
I'm the sun and you can read.
I'm the sign and you're not deaf.
We could bind it in the scythe.
We could gather, throw a fit.
Up to par and Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in
Setting trap for love making a waste of time, sitting still
I-I-I can hear you. I-I-I can hear you. I-I-I can hear you.
This name I got we all were green
See could stop stop it will red
We could bind it in the cist
We could gather, throw a fit.
Up to par and Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in
Setting trap for love making a waste of time, sitting still
I-I-I can hear you. I-I-I can hear you. I-I-I can hear you.
You can gather when I talk, talk until you're blue
You could get away from me. Get away from me.
I'm up to par and Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in,
Setting trap for love making a waste of time, sitting still
I-I-I can hear you. I-I-I can hear you. I-I-I can hear you.
I-I-I can hear you. I-I-I can hear you. I-I-I can hear you.
Can you hear me?
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(Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.)
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe... down his back
All nine yards... down her back
Give me a couple tries,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe... down his back
All nine yards... down her back
Give me a couple tries,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?
(Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate.)
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe... down her back
All nine yards.. down his back
Give me a couple tries,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
Conversation fear. Conversation fear. Conversation fear.
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Could it be that one small voice doesn't count in the room?
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Could this by three be ten? Honor marches on.
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Shaking through, opportune.
Shaking through, opportune.
Are we grown way too far?
Taking after rain
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Shaking through, opportune.
Shaking through, opportune.
In my l-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-fe.
Ears that are still,
Children of today on parade,
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Shaking through, opportune.
Shaking through, opportune.
Shaking through, opportune.
Shaking through, opportune.
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Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall, oh, oh, oh
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the wood, we walk
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall, oh, oh, oh
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the woods, we walk
Take oasis, take oasis, take oasis, take oasis
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall, oh, oh, oh
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the world, we walk
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall, oh, oh, oh
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall, oh, oh, oh
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall, oh, oh, oh
Into the hall, into the hall…
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Long gone, intuition to assume are gone when we try.
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die.
West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields.
Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. West of the fields.
Dreams of Elysian, to assume are gone when we try
Tell now what is dreaming
When we try to listen with your eyes oversimplify
West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields.
Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. West of the fields.
The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in.
The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in.
Dreams of Elysian, to assume are gone when we try
Tell now what is dreaming when we try.
Listen through your eyes when we die.
West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields.
Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. West of the fields.
West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields.
Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. West of the fields.
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