The sound of God is the screech of tires,
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lights and magnets,
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bolts and wires,
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strayed from the road,
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this very one
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Still to come,
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the sound of tires is the sound of God,
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the electric version
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The power and blood will pulse through your song,
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just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
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streaming out of the magnets ahhh
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Strung together like Christmas lights,
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twelve whole seconds of history might
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lead you from where you went off the track
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welcome back
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Our electric version calls,
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you alone create the full spectrum of light,
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so what could go wrong?
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Just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
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streaming out of the magnets (x3)
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The card you're dealt
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by the crowd goes wild,
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make believe you are an only child
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Here are the clothes,
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please put them on
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Still to come,
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a new parade of faith and sparks,
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the electric version harks back to the day when there was no wrong
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just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
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streaming out of the magnets, (x3)
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ahhh
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Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba (x2)
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The Electric Version
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| The New Pornographers |
