when i speak to you it's in the language of the 20th century people
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the ones who are the stars of stage and screen
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everything i say has been taught to me by my favourite tv programme
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the one that i watch each and every week
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turn on tune in drop out
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if i concentrate i can break through the wash but only for a moment
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my lucid thoughts are lost and out of reach
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i would rather fall back into my familiar comfortable persona
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the one that my tv was bought to teach
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turn on tune in drop out
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i can be the hero who can fly around the sun
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i can scare you shitless i saw how on channel one
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i think that i'm impressing you with funny anecdotes
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i got them from my kid's tv and he's too young to vote
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we're living in a fantasy but that's ok with me
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you believe the whole thing too we're all on mtv
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buy into the merchandise and then it becomes real
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palpable and plastic packaged neatly on the reel
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don't even go outside you will be destroyed
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best to stay inside take the networked ride
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when i sing to you it's through the haze of mild and modern schizophrenia
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the one where i am not the man i am
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if i glimpse the real then i am scared into the rampant paranoia
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the one where i am still a tv fan
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turn on tune in strung out
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Turn On Tune In
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