Lyrics

Disc jockeys make no sounds Disc jockeys... Disc jockeys make no sounds Disc jockeys... Disc jockeys make no sounds Disc jockeys... In its small red toolbox Pirate station becomes a condition of all possible sounds So that everything is a song And there is no commercial interruption And no fund raising drives Disc jockeys... And all the disc jockeys gather around And speak of their uncertainty about the pirate station If this is true, I thought then, what will I think Will I stay but rather I would get away I'm scared that I won't find a thing And afraid that I'll turn out to be alone, but I... I have to learn, have to try, have to trust I have to cry Have to see, have to know that I can be myself And if I could I would stay They're not, not in my way, yeah I'll stare, in the distance I'll grow up to be just like you Yeah Yeah And if I could I would stay They're not, not in my way, yeah I'll stare, in the distance I'll grow up to be just like you Yeah
Writer(s): Bas Oskam, Arjan Terpstra, Jaqueline Goaverts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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