Been out all night, I needed a bite, I thought I'd put a record on
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I reached for the one with the ultra-modern label, and wondered where the light had gone
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It had a futuristic cover, lifted straight from Buck Rogers
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The record was so black it had to be a con
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The autochanger switched as I filled my sandwich
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And futuristic sounds warbled off and on
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The black hit of space
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It's the one without a face
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It's the one that doesn't fit
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You can only see the flip
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The black hit of space
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Sucking in the human race
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How can it stay at the top
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When it's swallowed all the shops
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As the song climbed the charts, the others disappeared
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Til there was nothing but it left to buy
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It got to number one, then into minus figures
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Though nobody could understand why
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The black hit of space
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It's the one without a face
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It's the one that doesn't fit
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You can only see the flip
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The black hit of space
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Sucking in the human race
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How can it stay at the top
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When it's swallowed all the shops
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I couldn't stand this bland sound any more so I walked towards my deck to turn it off
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All I could see was the B-side of the disc which had assumed a doughnut shape with the label on the outside rim
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I reached for the arm which was less than one micron long but weighed more than Saturn and time stood still
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I knew I had to escape but every time I tried to flee, the record was in front of me
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The black hit of space
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Get James Burke on the case
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It's the hit that's never gone
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Time stops when you put it...[on]
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The Black Hit Of Space
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| Human League |
