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    Upload the sound from the telephone line.
    Its down periscope better cover your eyes
    They burned down the station so long ago,
    That a rotting corpes qualifies as a show.

    Well play that one later.
    They've launched their antenna claws.
    Called in a favor while you're choking on their tentacles.
    Falling asleep.
    Don't look behind the curtain.
    Falling asleep.
    Look in the spinning line.

    Oh my goodness! oh my goodness!
    Rumbly in my tumbly and its bad for business.
    Psycopathetic stereo hum.
    Sich-a-pathic audio drone.
    When you cant put your finger on whats gone wrong,
    But you can fall asleep without the television on.
    There's a sound in my head and it wont go off.
    Buzzing in my head and it wont turn off.

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    Well play that one later.
    They've launched their antenna claws.
    Called in a favor while you're choking on their tentacles.
    Falling asleep.
    Don't look behind the curtain.
    Falling asleep.
    Look in the spinning line.

    Play that around.
    Play that around.
    Play that around.

    Mommas tell your babies
    Not to rest inside your will.
    Kids in refrigerators wont scratch their way at and never will.
    It's in their way
    It's in the path you take forced or mistake.
    It's in the way your will
    Not break.
    Whether you're right or wrong.
    Not break.

    Well play that one later.
    They've launched their antenna claws.
    Called in a favor while you're choking on their tentacles.
    Falling asleep.
    Don't worry about the curtain.
    Falling asleep.
    Look in the spinning line.

    Falling asleep.
    Don't worry about the curtain.
    Falling asleep.
    Look in the spinning line...

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    Composición: Rob Crow

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