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