Out of station through my radio
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nothings on
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it's like a joke thats told with out its final line
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where's it going
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where had it belonged
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I know
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I'm trying
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I'm trying to wake up
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wake up
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and I tell by you way too far
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looking back I had a casing sentimental suns and shade
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would they ever spin around
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forward
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they're trying
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they're trying
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and so they do
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in the call of a new world
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as I climb to the next floor
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haven't we
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met before
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under brighter skies above
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above
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anyway its fine
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we're walking through wind
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unfamiliar scenes
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we're choking on it
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and we're shaking hands with someone we don't know now
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wake up
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wake up
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Wake Up
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| The Walkmen |
