One fine day in my odd past
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i picked me up a transmission
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i turned the fission ignition
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went looking for the broadcaster
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and when i first touched some ground
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they simply told me leave
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was kind of hard to believe
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'cause there was not one around
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this ain't the planet sound
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this ain't the planet sound
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this ain't the planet sound
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this ain't the planet sound
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i had a talented wine
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that land o' classical gas
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and on the planet of glass
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they sent me skipping through time
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igot to somewhere renowned
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for it's canals and color of red
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and lots of guys who shook their heads
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rhythmically to resound
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this ain't the planet of sound
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this ain't the planet of sound
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this ain't the planet of sound
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this ain't the planet of sound
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this ain't no rock and roll town
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this ain't no fuckin' around
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this ain't no planet of sound
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i met a guy in a rover
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he said its one more over
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its just there where your bound
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this ain't the planet of sound
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this ain't the planet of sound
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this ain't the planet of sound
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this ain't the planet of sound.
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Planet Of Sound
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| Pixies |
