We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact.
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Radio transmission every time that,
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I let our fair moon.
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Lay her body between us,
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I need her now that you're breaking up.
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Soon she'll become my new sun.
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Soon she'll become.
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She's stealing her light from the old one.
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Fast receiving but slow responding,
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To your signals reading "Son, come home."
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But I still believe it.
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My God, I still need it.
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But I'm just tired of walking upright.
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When I don't mean right,
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I just want to look right.
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We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact.
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Radio transmission.
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Soon she'll become my new sun.
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Soon she'll become dim reflected love,
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To light my way,
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After I trade loving you for loving to obey.
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'Cause even with my feet on the path,
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Our quite hearts lost contact.
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So now I'm wandering off,
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Just to hear you calling me back.
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We can always expect to lose.
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New Sun
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As Cities Burn |