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
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You didn't want it, no
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I'm half drunk on babble 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
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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
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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
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I got to thing--team
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I got to run my side
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true dreams
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TRUE DREAMS OF WICHITA
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| Soul Coughing |
