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I was tryin' to find my way home, but all I heard was a drone. Bouncing off a satellite, crushin' the last lone American night. This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there? This is radio
Jag har en sak att säga: I get up in the evening and I ain't got nothing to say. I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way. I ain't nothing but tired. Man I'm just tired
Princess cards she sends me with her regards. Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard. Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted. To her
Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard. Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors and the boys try to look so hard. The amusement park rises bold and stark.&nb