television, television, television, television
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oh yeah! I want to bask in your golden light,
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submerge in electric waves,
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I need my connection to the world outside
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the world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer,
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the candidates are running, and soon the son of God is coming,
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crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution,
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whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone
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every atom of my body, blood and sinew, bone and fibre,
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I can't distil you from my blood,
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you're a hungry germ inside of me,
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you're my lover, you're my heroine,
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my conscience and my voice,
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and I know that I have learned to let you in I
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will lever have to be alone
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I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation,
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I prefer my big brother he's so gentle and understanding,
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and I learn what I can from him by the television light,
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so that when I'm all alone I know everything's gonna be alright
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