You know what makes me happy The things that make you sad The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag I found my indecision The product of the media grime The feel that I control have you press rewind
And now I`m on the wings Hoping that you`ll hear Don`t bother to respond You love to hear me again And when the sun beams down all of your lies Close, close, yeah close the light
The sky`s all grey in the barracks I know I`m a lousy hero The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
And you are peering down through parascopic eyes Close, close, yeah close (conscience)
I try to hide the fact that I`m afraid We`ll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played
And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off The things that were so meaningless `til the next one comes along
I try to hide the fact that I`m afraid We`ll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played
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