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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