"They can't be back," he said
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A chilling wind from the living room
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"Oh how can this be?
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I thought I buried them in electricity"
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And then the radio turned on without a trace
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A haunting memory upon the man's face
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As he said, "They're coming back, they're coming back"
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Cold haunting memories
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Back, back, back, back through the radio
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Now who is listening tonight?
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(Tonight, tonight, tonight)
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Man's last words, man's last words are perfect.
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When nothing is said at all
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Scared speechless
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The man's head in his hands, his shaky hands,
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But let truth be known he wasn't always afraid
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Oh no, no, that coward used to talk, talk, talk, talk,
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Sync his lips to the sound of empty promises
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"Oh, they're coming back, they're coming back"
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Cold haunting memories
|
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Back, back, back, back through the radio
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Now who is listening tonight?
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(Tonight, tonight, tonight)
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Man's last words, man's last words are perfect
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When nothing is said at all
|
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Back, back, back
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Back, back, back
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Back, back, back
|
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"They can't, they can't, they can't be back," he said
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A chilling wind from the living room
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"Oh how can this be?
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I thought I buried them in electricity"
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Oh that coward used to talk, talk, talk, sync his lips
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Now there is no way he's going to live through this
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"They have come back, they have come back!"
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Back, back, back, back through the radio
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Now who is listening tonight?
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(Tonight, tonight, tonight)
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Man's last words, man's last words are perfect
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When nothing is said at all
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The have come back
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Now who's listening?
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Loud And Clear
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| The Sleeping |
