You're itching from the fever
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you get from your receiver
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Forever gonna be there,
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always tuning in the news
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on your radio hoping for
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a brainstorm bullet
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Write a letter to a talk show,
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hosted by a one eyed ghost
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Don't deny imagination,
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in a hopeless situation
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Hide in your own pocket
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Ride your silver rocket
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Sing a simple song
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Nothing can go wrong
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Pop & Television turns you on
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electric meditation strong enough
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to be my little doll
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Pop & Television sings your song
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and never tells you
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you are wrong,
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and that's what really turns you on
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Acting really brave,
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cuz you know you got it made
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another pop slave always
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looking for a dream on your life screen,
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a little something in between
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You're throwing out yourself on the net,
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rocking with a three legged mermaid
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Sadness can be education,
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madness perfect explanation
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Hide in your own pocket
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Ride your silver rocket
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Sing a simple song
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Nothing can go wrong
|
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Pop & Television turns you on
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electric meditation strong enough
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to be my little doll
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Pop & Television sings your song
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and never tells you
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you are wrong,
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and that's what really turns you on
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Buy your pleasure friend
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Play it 'til the end
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Then you start again
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without the lonely desperation
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a brand new guaranteed relation
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You'll be a famous star
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a perfect what you are
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Funny situation
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Enjoy your reputation, now
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Pop & Television turns you on
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electric meditation strong enough
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to be my little doll
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Pop &Television sings your song
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and never tells you
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you are wrong,
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and that's what really turns you on
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Pop & Television
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