It came from nowhere
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On the 38 Geary
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A girl with a backpack of shrapnel and wire
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Through spiderweb windows
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Of blood stained glass
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A pagoda's shadow and a cruel sunny sky
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Oh the flash then the silence
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Shouldn't there be screaming praying crying
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Oh anything at all
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Tell me where are the sirens
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Fire's getting closer but I've got to stay calm
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It's just the radio darling,
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Just the radio and your runaway imagination
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Just the radio darling
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We can turn away to another station
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Outside they're handing out
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Fate to the wounded
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Little tags in black red yellow, and green
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It's now my twenty-fith hour
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With a scalpel in hand
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If I stop moving I will sleep on my feet
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And the rumors are seething
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Gunfire at freeway exits, bridges mid-barricades
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I can feel the fog creeping
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God where is the morphine, the sweet lidocaine
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It's just the radio
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Sing me a love song dear
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What good has the news ever done me
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Come on it'll never happen here, oh no
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We are not some third world country
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This is not some third world country
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I'm sorry Mama
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I held on for as long as I could
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I'm sorry Papa
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There was nothing more I could do
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It's just the radio
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Radio
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Vienna Teng |