The glow is fading, radio's dead    
  
Hear the songs of yesterday    
A broken record, worn out tape    
  
Two minute blast about getting away    
Some of you are no longer here    
Your memory's forever staying clear    
  
  
But it's not just a memory    
And I, I still face the day    
  
Drop the needle, hear the sound    
Coming through a broken speaker    
A faded sleeve of cut and paste    
  
Coming through that broken speaker    
Won't let this day just go to waste    
We still haven't seen the end    
  
  
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