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Clear sky over Calcutta |
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A warm wind |
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Dvorak on the short wave |
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Clear signal coming in |
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La la la |
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La la la la la la la |
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La la la |
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La la la la la la la |
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Long vowels spill like liquid from your mouth |
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I hang on every word you say |
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An army of transistor radios on the bookshelf |
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Left on all day |
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Let them play |
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Yeah, let them all play on and on and on |
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Let them all play longer and louder |
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And long after you're gone |
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La la la |
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La la la la la la la |
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La la la |
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La la la la la la la |
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Clear sky sheltering our fragile little house |
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Listening to the radio all the time |
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Your hand on my forehead as though to check for a fever |
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Yeah, big plans in mind |
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La la la la |
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La la la la la la la |
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La la la |
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La la la la la la la |