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06/03/2008 |
1. | Elasticity |
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3. | Wish Ourselves Away |
4. | Brakes |
5. | Back Of My Mind |
6. | Science |
7. | Transmission |
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9. | Astronaut |
10. | Same Sun |
11. | Brother |
12. | Tinman |
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All that will remain of us,
Are a thousand voices floating in the atmosphere,
Shadows falling in the dust,
And I hear your voice singled out and I want to say,
You and I will never die,
So don't think about all the space in-between us,
Get that rubbish off your mind,
And how many times can I tell you I love you?
You never believed in yourself,
You're living life upon a shelf,
And now that the city's burning,
You're radioing in,
I'm radioing out,
Come-in anyone,
Is there anyone around?
All I want to say,
What's it all about?
Radioing in,
I'm radioing out......
Walking down a corridor,
And I hear the sound of conversations through these walls,
Feeling like a lonely soul,
As the ghosts in the shadows sing-along with the radio,
You and I will never die,
And as the sun's streaming in through the windows from the streets outside,
Come on baby its alright,
And how many times can I tell you I love you?
You never believed in yourself,
You're living life upon a shelf,
And now that the city's burning,
You're radioing in,
I'm radioing out,
Come-in anyone,
Is there anyone around?
All I want to say,
What's it all about?
Radioing in,
I'm radioing out......
I'm radioing out......
I'm radioing out......
I'm radioing out......
I'm radioing out......
All that will remain of us,
Are a thousand voices floating in the atmosphere,
Shadows falling in the dust,
And how many times can I tell you I love you?
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Dave, is there something wrong
You're here, but you're already gone
And i know, it's another world
And you shout, only to be heard
You're saying I'm just so cynical
(I didn't know anything)
Talking down a wire
(There's no one on the other end)
Am I still a man or am I part of the machinery?
All these things I see in my mind
All these things I feel in my heart
But we're too far gone to leave, to rewind
The song still plays on and on in my car
And Dave
Do you recognise, where is the man that you left behind
You're so tired of these boring conversations
You and I, well we kill communication
But am I in control or am I standing in the dark?
I hear you calling out but I don't know who you are
You're saying I'm just so cynical
(I didn't know anything)
Talking down a wire
(There's no one on the other end)
Am I still a man or am I part of the machinery?
You're saying I'm just so cynical
(I didn't know anything)
Talking down a wire
(There's no one on the other end)
Am I still a man or am I part of the machinery?
All these things I see in my mind
All these things I feel in my heart
But we're too far gone to leave, to rewind
The song still plays on and on in my car
The song still plays on and on x5
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