I can't seem to take you anywhere
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you ditched your friends in New York Center (?) Square
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where the rank and file shoot us dirty looks
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hail a taxicab, don't want to walk
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the nighttime here is a plastic box
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gently amplified in the basement rock
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the distant tones from the detainees
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friendly girls who pack it full of these
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when you're not around, this is our sound
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I can't seem to take you anywhere
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you ditched your friends in Williamson Square
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where the rank and file shoot us dirty looks
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hail a taxicab, don't want to walk
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the nighttime here is a plastic box
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you can amplify the basement rock
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the distant tones from the detainees
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friendly girls who pack it full of these
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when you're not around, this is our sound (this is our sound)
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when you're not around, this is our sound (this is our sound)
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when you're not around
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this is our sound
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this is not a song
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there is nothing wrong
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when the light inside
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is not as bright
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This Is Our Sound
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| Ladytron |
