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Cure the radio... |
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We'll lend you an oxygen flask |
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Cure the airwaves... |
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To quench your collapse at last |
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Cure the video... |
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We're beaming in pearl and white |
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Cure the satellites... |
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Cause finally your poverty's mine |
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You're probably wondering how we came out alive |
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Why we are laughing while you bury your eyes |
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Never forget our only reason to live... |
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Cure the radio... |
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Solutions of silver and chrome |
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Cure the airwaves... |
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In broadcasts of pirate hopes |
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Cure the video... |
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These portraits of assets have turned |
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Cure the satellites... |
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From pictures into revolvers |
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You're probably wondering how we came out alive |
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Why we are laughing while you bury your eyes |
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You're probably wondering how we came out alive |
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Never forget our only reason to live is to die |
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Come down and rise to our level |
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Cure the radio, cure the airwaves |
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Let all the world know the prisoners took flight |
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And watch the city streets as towers ignite |
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The former's kings and all their armies burn bright |
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While we sit back in all the glory tonight |
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You're probably wondering how we came out alive |
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Never forget our only reason to live |
