Come on, girl,
Give me a piece of light,
Or a crust of bread,
Or a guage of what's
going on in your head
Cause I'm picking up on nothing
But long-wave radio when
You're giving me digital
And I feel like a rock in
A rockpool
That you just spotted
And threw in the ocean,
A skimming stone that sank
So, thanks
But, well, you know...
No thanks.
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