Intro
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You know what makes me happy, the things that make you sad
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The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
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I found my indecision, the product of the media grime
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The feel that I control will have you press rewind
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And now I'm on the wings, hoping that you'll hear
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Don't bother to respond, you love to hear me again
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And when the sun beams down all of your lies, close, close, yeah close the light
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The sky's all grey in the barracks, I know I'm a lousy hero
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The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
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And you are peering down through parascopic eyes, close, close, yeah close (conscience)
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I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
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We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played
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And in the end of a season, the voices turn it all off
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The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
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I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
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We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played (that's good)