| Signal got lost to the satellite
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| Got lost in the
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| Rideup to the
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| Plungedown;
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| Man sends the ray of the electric light
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| Sends the impulse
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| Through the air
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| Down to home
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| And you can stand
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| On the arms
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| Of the Williamsburg Bridge
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| Crying
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| Hey man, well this is Babylon
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| And you can fire out on a bus
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| To the outside world
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| Down to Louisiana
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| You can take her with you
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| I’ve seen the
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| Rains of the real world
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| Come forward on the plain
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| I’ve seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth
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| You’ve never seen it, no,
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| I’m half sick on the drinks you mixed
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| Through your
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| True dreams
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| Of Wichita
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| Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
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| Push out dead air from a parking garage
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| Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence
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| Where you grip her love like a driver’s liscense
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| I’ve seen you
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| Fire up the gas in the engine valves
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| I’ve seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
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| I’ve seen the airwaves
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| Pull your eyes towards heaven
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| Outside Topeka in the phone lines
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| Her good teeth smile was winding down
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| Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes
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| They say You had it, but you sold it You didn’t want it, no
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| I’m half drunk on static you transmit
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| Through your
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| True dreams
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| Of Wichita
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| (freestyle verse)
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| Punch it I got, uh, fed
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| I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
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| I got to burn 'em up I got to burn 'em up now
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| I got to go uptown, uptown
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| I got a thing
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| I got a little bit pushed
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| got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush
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| I got a bomb
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| I got a baby bomb bomb
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| got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend Tom
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| I got a thing, I got to thing it I got to thing--team
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| I got to run my side
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| true dreams |