Beat by beat as Becky falls to sleep
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She sits in her electric chair and watches the TV.
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And its so quiet here in tonight, she looks skinny in the light,
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In her under wire her face so fair, she's higher than a kite.
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She says: "well, what about me; am I dying silently?
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Have you ever wanted anything so bad you couldn't see?"
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No oh oh;
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no oh oh not me;
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no oh oh...
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I don't wanna be on TV
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And the man down at the TV station, cracks his knuckles bare.
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He's starin at a woman, she is starin back at him.
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You can cut the tension with a knife; we're expecting rain tonight.
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There's a weather system blowing in from Santa Ana all night.
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She thinks: "well what about me? So what, you're on TV?
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I don't care about your pompous ass, I care about this baby."
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No oh oh;
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no oh oh not me;
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no oh oh...
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I don't wanna be on TV
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Everyone in this city seems to take it like a drug.
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Sit up all night, faces so white, they just can't get enough.
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And the shows are all the same, and there's something I can't name.
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The snickering on this flickering screen, the noise numbing my brain.
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So I think: "Well, what about me? Will I just die silently?
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With all these walls and bars and endless whores just dying next to me?
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No oh oh;
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no oh oh not me;
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no oh oh...
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I don't wanna be on TV
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No oh oh;
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no oh oh not me;
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no oh oh;
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no oh oh...
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I Don't Want To Be On T.V.
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The Airborne Toxic Event |