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L work in the mythical radio I was trying to start again Down in the logical valley below In a team with my old friends Have we run out of road blindsided by the Gangland fires Out on our own or is the ticker tape falling around Our eyes Run out of road night guided by the voice inside Watch them making clones ot every winner that - Ever stole first prize The tuture of the gravity boy Ls hanging like an old favourite toy While robot minds on production lines take control I Work in the mythical radio Making clockwork laser guns Down with the laughable heroes Like we're relics from the sun Have we run out of road blindsided by the Gangland fires Out on our own or is the ticker tape falling around Our eyes Run out of road night guided by the voice inside Watch them making clones of every winner that Ever stole first prize The future of the gravity boy Ls hanging like an old favourite toy While robot minds on production line control Flying like a bird lrom the sun Holding an electronic gun Stopping lor nothing and no one He's gonna take us home
Writer(s): Daniel Watts, Richard Vernon, Matt Gooderson, Wayne Marshall Page, Alexander Bruford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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